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The Day Before<\/strong><\/p>\n In the morning the house is quiet All day I\u2019m juggling, leaving the back door Pie into two dishes. There\u2019s so much to do. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah J Bryson<\/strong> is a poet and hospice nurse, who also enjoys gardening and photography. Her poetry has been placed in competitions and published in anthologies, in journals and on line. She runs various poetry workshops in adult education, and in residential care.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Day Before In the morning the house is quiet with sleeping sons, and a whole day stretches before me, taut between the pull of the garden, and the list of indoor tasks: preparation for fifteen for Easter Sunday lunch. All day I\u2019m juggling, leaving the back door wide open so I […]<\/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-10885","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10885","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=10885"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10885\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10888,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10885\/revisions\/10888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10885"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10885"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10885"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith sleeping sons, and a whole day
\nstretches before me, taut between
\nthe pull of the garden, and the list
\nof indoor tasks: preparation for
\nfifteen for Easter Sunday lunch.<\/p>\n
\nwide open so I can flit between the house
\nand outdoors, between cutting the lawn
\nin diagonal stripes, and cutting carrots into
\nminute chunks, between lifting and dividing
\nthose perennials and dividing the Cottage<\/p>\n
\nWhen I sit down for a cuppa waiting
\nfor the Clementine cake to finish cooking
\nI watch a displaced woodlouse slowly walk
\nits shadow across the clean kitchen floor.<\/p>\n