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[post_date] => 2019-06-28 09:20:53
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[post_content] => Still they say I am moon full, swollen
with light and spilling over floorboards.
Rippling with tides, roaring with dreams,
ready to consume and ready to release,
bleached white bones
flung
to a bleached white beach.
Still they say I am moon stung, hymning
to stone circles, calling to the knife.
Am scorched blood red, a Hunter,
aching for the sacrifice.
Run
wolf man (run).
Still they say I am Hecate, beckoning
wayfarers to the moonburnt glade,
where the grass is bladed silver
and the way home eclipsed,
can you hear
the grave calling
can you hear
the moonlight split, shattered
in the carving of your name. Still they
say I am moon crazed, my mind broken
by mortar and pestle, ready to be
moon dust
(ready
to be
dis assem bled)
Still they say I am moon trapped,
drowned reflection in the lake or
whipped by tree branches, yet
still somehow moon stripped,
silver-tongued and dangerous
(beware
ware the witch)
Still they say emotional
Still they say irrational
She’s moon touched, it’s in her
skin, in
everything
Where once they would have
brought the flames
Now they just bring words to cut,
but I will be the moon, if I must,
I will be the night beams
burnt silver
slashing at
shut windows
[post_title] => “Oh you know how it is, women and their little phases…”
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[post_modified] => 2020-12-04 12:23:18
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[wpcf-date-published] => 2019
[wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is commended in the moon challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN), judged by Nii Parkes.
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[forename] =>
[surname] =>
[title] => Amy Wolstenholme
[slug] => amy-wolstenholme
[content] => Amy is the first prize winner in the Timothy Corsellis Prize 2016 and commended in the Timothy Corsellis Prize 2019 on Young Poets Network. She is the first prize winner in August challenge #1 on photographic poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Andrew Pettigrew in 2019; and the second prize winner in August challenge #3 on meta-poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Danique Bailey in 2019. She is also the second prize winner in Gboyega Odubanjo's People Need Nature challenge on Young Poets Network in 2020. She is the third prize winner in the Who is Giselle? poetry challenge, and a winner in the Ways to be Wilder Poetry Challenge, in association with People Need Nature. Amy is also commended in the Bletchley Park challenge judged by So Mayer; the moon poetry challenge, judged by Nii Parkes; and in August challenge #4 on the poetics of interrogation, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Kara Jackson in 2019.
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[forename] =>
[surname] =>
[title] => Amy Wolstenholme
[slug] => amy-wolstenholme
[content] => Amy is the first prize winner in the Timothy Corsellis Prize 2016 and commended in the Timothy Corsellis Prize 2019 on Young Poets Network. She is the first prize winner in August challenge #1 on photographic poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Andrew Pettigrew in 2019; and the second prize winner in August challenge #3 on meta-poetry, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Danique Bailey in 2019. She is also the second prize winner in Gboyega Odubanjo's People Need Nature challenge on Young Poets Network in 2020. She is the third prize winner in the Who is Giselle? poetry challenge, and a winner in the Ways to be Wilder Poetry Challenge, in association with People Need Nature. Amy is also commended in the Bletchley Park challenge judged by So Mayer; the moon poetry challenge, judged by Nii Parkes; and in August challenge #4 on the poetics of interrogation, written and judged by Foyle Young Poet Kara Jackson in 2019.
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Still they say I am moon full, swollen
with light and spilling over floorboards.
Rippling with tides, roaring with dreams,
ready to consume and ready to release,
bleached white bones
flung
to a bleached white beach.
Still they say I am moon stung, hymning
to stone circles, calling to the knife.
Am scorched blood red, a Hunter,
aching for the sacrifice.
Run
wolf man (run).
Still they say I am Hecate, beckoning
wayfarers to the moonburnt glade,
where the grass is bladed silver
and the way home eclipsed,
can you hear
the grave calling
can you hear
the moonlight split, shattered
in the carving of your name. Still they
say I am moon crazed, my mind broken
by mortar and pestle, ready to be
moon dust
(ready
to be
dis assem bled)
Still they say I am moon trapped,
drowned reflection in the lake or
whipped by tree branches, yet
still somehow moon stripped,
silver-tongued and dangerous
(beware
ware the witch)
Still they say emotional
Still they say irrational
She’s moon touched, it’s in her
skin, in
everything
Where once they would have
brought the flames
Now they just bring words to cut,
but I will be the moon, if I must,
I will be the night beams
burnt silver
slashing at
shut windows