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            [post_content] => you waded through my dreams again

last night    drew yourself along the current

of the partitioned streets I had shuffled down

in my youth    beside a girl a few

days older than me    and bargained

for my time    said that you had swept along

our earlier days    the chiselled jaw

line hook and sinker    the dancefloor anchors

dragged away as they took to close the doors

and hangovers that could have been bottled up

through into the tide as a warning to others

of drinking on an empty stomach    the

awkward hugs and pissed-eyed kisses

as your hand swam up my chest    I asked

for water and you pinched my nipple    then outside

to the chippy that settled later across my floor

as if finding calm in the storm    beneath

the sheets we tested what we thought might work

I was swept away in the moment before you told me

don’t come find me    I’m happy now
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                    [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is the first-prize winner in the fourth Bloodaxe Archive challenge, called Take Note, on Young Poets Network. This was part of a series of writing challenges asking young poets worldwide to respond to the digital Bloodaxe Archive. This particular challenge asked young poets to keep a notebook or photographic journal for a week, and write a poem inspired by the week's findings. The challenge ran between March and April 2020, coinciding with a lockdown in many countries worldwide due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is reflected in many of the entries and winning poems.

Dale writes, "The poem is formed from a dream journal I kept this week. I had several dreams about old friends, and one of these friends constantly reoocured. The dreams were rather reflective and much presented in the terms of closure. This poem is about what happened during the final dream they were in."
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                    [wpcf-poem-award] => 1st prize, Bloodaxe Archive challenge #4
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by Dale Booton

1st prize, Bloodaxe Archive challenge #4