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Before<\/strong><\/p>\n In a swathe of red colour you arrive, If I were to begin this again You arrive in the picture, pinks and corals happy you looked. The blue of the sky becomes a journey into death. And the only <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Liz Adams<\/strong> is a poet whose work has appeared in Shadowtrain, morphrog, Stand, #NewWriting, Ghosts of Gone Birds<\/em> (Bloomsbury), etc. Her book of poems, Green Doberman<\/em>s, was published in 2011. She lives in Exeter where she co-hosts Uncut Poets<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Before In a swathe of red colour you arrive, your body slumped to that of a child; your shoulders are very thin. If I were to begin this again I would say that sometimes to be born at the wrong time can lead to all sorts of problems. You arrive in the […]<\/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-10225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10225","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=10225"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10228,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10225\/revisions\/10228"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyour body slumped to that of a child;
\nyour shoulders are very thin.<\/p>\n
\nI would say that sometimes to be born
\nat the wrong time can lead to all sorts of problems.<\/p>\n
\nlike the womb. And as you stand on a doorstep,
\nthat is in fact a bar of light, I remember how<\/p>\n
\ndrags into everything, fades inside the soft
\nsquare you stand in. And the garden path<\/p>\n
\njourney back into life is more to do with what
\nnature can offer than any thought of god.<\/p>\n