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What the Queen Knows<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes, I talk as if throwing darts at a board, Other times, I wrap myself in your silence, When I\u2019m spilling confessions like milk, Alice, you know what the queen knows: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Adele Fraser<\/strong> lives and writes in Snowdonia. She has degrees in Literature and Philosophy. Her poems have been published by a number of magazines.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What the Queen Knows Sometimes, I talk as if throwing darts at a board, hoping some will hit target and score the prize of a response from you. Other times, I wrap myself in your silence, its softness, its warmth, a blanket sheltering me in wordless sympathy and making me feel safe. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10111"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10114,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10111\/revisions\/10114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhoping some will hit target and score the prize
\nof a response from you.<\/p>\n
\nits softness, its warmth, a blanket
\nsheltering me in wordless sympathy
\nand making me feel safe.<\/p>\n
\nyou steadfastly refuse to cry over them.
\nAnd when I scream that the sky is falling in,
\nyou do not even glance up.<\/p>\n
\nonly the unmoving can provide protection.<\/p>\n