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Shamrock<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m holding the damp spray close. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Miriam Sulhunt<\/strong> lives in Edinburgh where she writes poetry and short fiction. Her\u00a0 poems have been published in Poetry Scotland, Lighten-Up-Online<\/em> and in various anthologies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Shamrock I\u2019m holding the damp spray close. The leaves are tender. They reek of innocence. Once, you bunched a sprig on my lapel – an elf-lock green as nature in perpetual Spring. I was an ungreened girl. You were my ruin. Miriam Sulhunt lives in Edinburgh where she writes […]<\/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-11069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11069","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=11069"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11072,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11069\/revisions\/11072"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe leaves are tender.
\nThey reek of innocence.
\nOnce, you bunched a sprig
\non my lapel – an elf-lock
\ngreen as nature
\nin perpetual Spring.
\nI was an ungreened girl.
\nYou were my ruin.<\/p>\n