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My Favourite Coat<\/strong><\/p>\n It was never mine \u2014\u00a0 a seventies Afghan, into the girl whose coat it was \u2014 on a wet winter afternoon. she wore the arm of a boy <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Juliet Humphreys<\/strong> has had poems published in a variety of magazines including The Rialto, The North, Acumen <\/em>and Orbis.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My Favourite Coat It was never mine \u2014\u00a0 a seventies Afghan, with its heavy red and yellow stitching and tendrils of fleece I yearned to twist \u2014 if I could only twirl into the girl whose coat it was \u2014 freed from school to loiter outside the tube on a wet winter […]<\/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-10115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10115","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=10115"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10118,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10115\/revisions\/10118"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith its heavy red and yellow stitching
\nand tendrils of fleece I yearned to twist \u2014
\nif I could only twirl<\/p>\n
\nfreed from school to loiter outside the tube<\/p>\n
\nHer hair still straight in the rain<\/p>\n
\nacross her shoulders as if it was nothing,
\npulling Silk Cut and a pink zippo lighter
\nlike a magician conjuring fire.<\/p>\n