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When I disappeared,
It was pale, clean, grey,
Like the first morning of January.
Waking up to a new year with no name
And no me and no you.
Tried on a dozen lives, and realised none of them fit.
Not orphan, child, wife, ex-wife,
Nor astronaut.
Tried to squeeze between the aisles of the supermarket
And the pages of the book
And the creases in the map
But you kept finding me.

So I stepped across the border.
Fell into the stormland, like a scarlet landslide,
And felt the blood beat a little differently.
Carved my steps a new way,
So I rolled,
Confident and boastful:
Ship-like.
Kept the bow and arrow on me
Because I can,
And not because
You’ll ever be around for me to use them.
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            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is commended in the third Bloodaxe Archive challenge on Young Poets Network, The Re-Re-Re-Drafting Challenge. This was part of a series of writing challenges asking young poets worldwide to respond to the digital Bloodaxe Archive. This particular challenge asked poets to pick a poem from the Archive and apply a series of re-drafting techniques to it, until it became a new poem of their own.

This poem is after 'Missing' by Moniza Alvi. Jessie explains her re-drafting process: "My poem was created by initially swapping the second person pronoun for the first person pronoun and consequently flipping the perspective to tell the other side of the story presented in the original poem, thus casting doubt on the original poem’s speaker."

Find out more about the challenge and the Bloodaxe Archive, and try re-re-re-drafting a poem yourself, here.
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Found

Jessie Taussig

after ‘Missing’ by Moniza Alvi

When I disappeared,
It was pale, clean, grey,
Like the first morning of January.
Waking up to a new year with no name
And no me and no you.
Tried on a dozen lives, and realised none of them fit.
Not orphan, child, wife, ex-wife,
Nor astronaut.
Tried to squeeze between the aisles of the supermarket
And the pages of the book
And the creases in the map
But you kept finding me.

So I stepped across the border.
Fell into the stormland, like a scarlet landslide,
And felt the blood beat a little differently.
Carved my steps a new way,
So I rolled,
Confident and boastful:
Ship-like.
Kept the bow and arrow on me
Because I can,
And not because
You’ll ever be around for me to use them.