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[post_date] => 2016-06-29 14:21:10
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[post_content] => little wolf in grandma’s bonnet and dress
sways at an easy pace across pavement space,
a two-step beat for four tiny feet –
but then, under sudden lamplight,
splits at a stroke, turning into
two dancers, each looking to lead:
the first is keen to effect a pause
to worm for well-earned sustenance;
the other, unsure, tightens its grip,
quickens the trot, heading from spotlight
to
scuttle… snuffle…
language falls away like
lace, the weight of human significance
breaks in mud, in darkness
[post_title] => the writer comes across a hedgehog at midnight or the hedgehog comes across a writer
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[post_modified] => 2017-05-25 09:39:03
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[wpcf-date-published] => 2016
[wpcf-summary-description] => This poem was highly commended in the Ways to be Wilder poetry challenge ,in association with People Need Nature, on Young Poets Network (YPN) in 2016.
Judge Jen Hadfield said: "This poem opens with an irresistible image, then unfolds like a puzzle ring. I appreciate that you allow a satisfying element of disorientation to persist. The poem has all the hallmarks of a dance with the wild: the witness agog, rapt, confused; language faltering...as if the hedgehog(s) were dancing with the writer."
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[title] => Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer
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[content] => Rosa is highly commended in the I Am the Universe challenge on Young Poets Network. She is also highly commended in the Ways to be Wilder Poetry Challenge, in association with People Need Nature.
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[title] => Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer
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little wolf in grandma’s bonnet and dress
sways at an easy pace across pavement space,
a two-step beat for four tiny feet –
but then, under sudden lamplight,
splits at a stroke, turning into
two dancers, each looking to lead:
the first is keen to effect a pause
to worm for well-earned sustenance;
the other, unsure, tightens its grip,
quickens the trot, heading from spotlight
to
scuttle… snuffle…
language falls away like
lace, the weight of human significance
breaks in mud, in darkness