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A Scattered Bouquet<\/strong><\/p>\n Woman must forget her own personality when she is in love… A woman is non-existent without a master. Without a master she is a scattered bouquet<\/em> Cecile Sauvage<\/p>\n It seems I have thrown myself away. The letters of my name I discard then un-partner my rootless limbs. Thoughts, untied, My irises turn from each other, Yet my vision remains sharp.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Claire Walker<\/strong>\u2019s poetry has appeared in magazines and websites including The Interpreter\u2019s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, And Other Poems<\/em> and Clear Poetry<\/em>. Her debut pamphlet, The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile<\/em>, is published by V. Press. Her website is http:\/\/clairewalkerpoetry.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Scattered Bouquet Woman must forget her own personality when she is in love… A woman is non-existent without a master. Without a master she is a scattered bouquet Cecile Sauvage It seems I have thrown myself away. The stem of my body languishes without apparent purpose. The letters of my name […]<\/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-11336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11336","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=11336"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11339,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11336\/revisions\/11339"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe stem of my body languishes
\nwithout apparent purpose.<\/p>\n
\nas worthless, drop them
\none by one in separate rooms<\/p>\n
\nFingers, with nothing to latch onto,
\nfind a corner to slump in as dead leaves.<\/p>\n
\nsprinkle out of the window.
\nWords leave, my is mouth an empty vase.<\/p>\n
\neach eyelash a petal wasted.<\/p>\n