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The royal card\u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n you\u2019re a hundred the boy reminds someone drops and condescends behind the candles laughter dazzles they think thoughts keep them breathing <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Since a child in the 80s, Karen Hodgson-Pryce<\/strong> has returned again and again to writing poetry and short stories. She started submitting her work in Autumn 2015. So far, her poetry been published in mslexia and Open Mouse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The royal card\u00a0 \u00a0 you\u2019re a hundred the boy reminds a hundred what she asks inclined he has her papa\u2019s equine scowl but hair she\u2019s spun or eyelids kissed she cannot find someone drops and condescends blow out your candles then salmon, wine, mascara, smoke she wishes them away (or dead) she […]<\/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-11329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11329","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=11329"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11329\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11331,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11329\/revisions\/11331"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na hundred what she asks inclined
\nhe has her papa\u2019s equine scowl
\nbut hair she\u2019s spun or eyelids kissed
\nshe cannot find<\/p>\n
\nblow out your candles then
\nsalmon, wine, mascara, smoke
\nshe wishes them away (or dead)
\nshe cannot say<\/p>\n
\ncajoling smiles and cake on knees
\nwhere branches joined had once been loose
\nher trunk is solid, her neck unfree
\nshe cannot turn<\/p>\n
\npassions, loves, ideas and time
\nbut life burns down to a drubbing routine
\nan impossible shrug and a longing
\nshe cannot mime
\n <\/p>\n