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    [post_content] => I could not run
so I took root, still as a housewife,
stagnant.

My eyelids went first.
Desiccated to tracing paper
to sandpaper.
You, in your gleaming arrogance, you
could never foresee this;

that my arms would age to bark,
my belly an empty whisky barrel.
The feet that failed me
trickling in sunlight, toes to
water to honey to wood.
My teeth to laurel leaves
burning green, burning poetry.

It did the trick.
You, Apollo, sliced on by
toward that distant golden seam
unable to see my new limbs,
so much stronger now than your own.

I watched you wend away.
Barbed-wire in the breeze
my teeth rattled their applause.

My heart went last,
an agate of sap and fury.

I have never been more powerful.
I have never been more myself.
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is the first-prize winner in the Carol Ann Duffy challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN).

The challenge was co-written and judged by Duffy expert Dr Mari Hughes-Edwards, who said of this poem, "'Daphne' has got everything - a style that's reflective not just of Duffy's 'The World's Wife' in its obvious treatment and voicing of a woman from classical mythology, but also links to more recent Laureateship verse, such as Duffy's focus on the forest in 'Rapture'. The final lines are just brilliant. And the opening and closing sections are pure Duffyan monologue (in the tradition of her earlier Anvil work)."
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            [title] => Ellora Sutton
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            [content] => Ellora is the first-prize winner of the Carol Ann Duffy challenge on Young Poets Network, judged by Mari Hughes-Edwards, and celebrating Duffy's legacy as Poet Laureate. She is also the first-prize winner of Bailey Blackburn's 2018 August challenge #2 on found poems. Ellora is also the second-prize winner in August challenge #4 on the poetics of interrogation, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Kara Jackson in 2019.

Ellora is commended in: the 2019 poetry translation challenge with Modern Poetry in Translation, judged by Clare Pollard; the Mary Wollstonecraft challenge, written and judged by Bee Rowlatt of the Mary on the Green campaign; the moon poetry challenge, judged by Nii Parkes; the Golden Shovel challenge, judged by Peter Kahn; the Bletchley Park challenge, judged by So Mayer; the W. S. Graham challenge judged by Rachael Boast as part of Graham’s centenary celebrations; and Ankita Saxena’s protest poetry challenge, remembering 100 years of the women’s vote in the UK.

Her work has been published by The Cardiff Review, Blue Marble Review and Nightingale & Sparrow among others. She was commended in the Winchester Poetry Prize.
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    [title] => Ellora Sutton
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    [content] => Ellora is the first-prize winner of the Carol Ann Duffy challenge on Young Poets Network, judged by Mari Hughes-Edwards, and celebrating Duffy's legacy as Poet Laureate. She is also the first-prize winner of Bailey Blackburn's 2018 August challenge #2 on found poems. Ellora is also the second-prize winner in August challenge #4 on the poetics of interrogation, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Kara Jackson in 2019.

Ellora is commended in: the 2019 poetry translation challenge with Modern Poetry in Translation, judged by Clare Pollard; the Mary Wollstonecraft challenge, written and judged by Bee Rowlatt of the Mary on the Green campaign; the moon poetry challenge, judged by Nii Parkes; the Golden Shovel challenge, judged by Peter Kahn; the Bletchley Park challenge, judged by So Mayer; the W. S. Graham challenge judged by Rachael Boast as part of Graham’s centenary celebrations; and Ankita Saxena’s protest poetry challenge, remembering 100 years of the women’s vote in the UK.

Her work has been published by The Cardiff Review, Blue Marble Review and Nightingale & Sparrow among others. She was commended in the Winchester Poetry Prize.
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Daphne

Ellora Sutton

I could not run
so I took root, still as a housewife,
stagnant.

My eyelids went first.
Desiccated to tracing paper
to sandpaper.
You, in your gleaming arrogance, you
could never foresee this;

that my arms would age to bark,
my belly an empty whisky barrel.
The feet that failed me
trickling in sunlight, toes to
water to honey to wood.
My teeth to laurel leaves
burning green, burning poetry.

It did the trick.
You, Apollo, sliced on by
toward that distant golden seam
unable to see my new limbs,
so much stronger now than your own.

I watched you wend away.
Barbed-wire in the breeze
my teeth rattled their applause.

My heart went last,
an agate of sap and fury.

I have never been more powerful.
I have never been more myself.