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    [post_content] => It could have been so perfect,
Perhaps,
So stiffened in its silvered path to that swelling,
Dark esteem,

That in the foxed and pulsing thaw,
A hot trickle of beauty,
Crushed softly from my husking ribs,

Coffin velvet, coffin cheeks,
As in some bodily confectionary – the she,
That sweated crave for shrill oblivion,
In looming force by knotted carry –

And in the concert hall,
The thrush among the hallway ran,
An amber thrill that furred my shallow thigh,
The bleed for pain beneath the skin –

And for the end,
That hums in tampered silence wean,
The stinging lost to hording forge –
I twist for risen, turn-coat you,

For light to sift to heady dowse,
A shadow blue,
That ran the coldness
…………………….Out from in.
    [post_title] => The Blue
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    [post_modified] => 2015-11-26 17:42:31
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            [title] => Madeleine Wynne
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            [content] => Madeleine Wynne was one of the runners up in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition in 2014. The poem was inspired by ‘Sea Slumber’ from Elgar’s Sea Pictures. As we help publicize the competition on Young Poets Network, we thought it would be lovely to post the winning poems here as well. Congratulations, Madeleine!
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    [title] => Madeleine Wynne
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The Blue

Madeleine Wynne

It could have been so perfect,
Perhaps,
So stiffened in its silvered path to that swelling,
Dark esteem,

That in the foxed and pulsing thaw,
A hot trickle of beauty,
Crushed softly from my husking ribs,

Coffin velvet, coffin cheeks,
As in some bodily confectionary – the she,
That sweated crave for shrill oblivion,
In looming force by knotted carry –

And in the concert hall,
The thrush among the hallway ran,
An amber thrill that furred my shallow thigh,
The bleed for pain beneath the skin –

And for the end,
That hums in tampered silence wean,
The stinging lost to hording forge –
I twist for risen, turn-coat you,

For light to sift to heady dowse,
A shadow blue,
That ran the coldness
…………………….Out from in.