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Dancing with a Bonzo<\/strong><\/p>\n Will you do me the honour? says a man with long hair, A Chinese dressing gown. Yellowy, satiny, swirls of embroidery Now, Vivian, I\u2019ve had time to reflect and wish to say, if ever <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Published by the small press and webzines, nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Joan Byrne<\/strong> has read her work at the Conway Hall, pubs and literary festivals. She performs with the Rye Poets, a trio of poets of which she is one.\u00a0\u00a0 Website: http:\/\/joanbyrne.co.uk<\/a>\u00a0 Twitter:@stjoanofpeckham<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dancing with a Bonzo Will you do me the honour? says a man with long hair, mottled amber and silver, pink-rimmed glasses round as free-range eggcups, wispy beard like a question mark on a face pale as oats, and what\u2019s this he\u2019s wearing? A Chinese dressing gown. Yellowy, satiny, swirls of embroidery […]<\/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-11376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11376","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=11376"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11378,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11376\/revisions\/11378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmottled amber and silver, pink-rimmed glasses round
\nas free-range eggcups, wispy beard like a question mark
\non a face pale as oats, and what\u2019s this he\u2019s wearing?<\/p>\n
\nsweep my arm as he propels me into the dance.
\nWho is he, a dragon breathing fire at his back?
\nWhy! It\u2019s Vivian Stanshall, the original Urban Spaceman.<\/p>\n
\nwe meet among the stars, I\u2019ll hold you, you old Dog,
\nand whisper Doo Dah, the honour was mine for you were more
\nfabulous than a stack of Ming dynasty pots, finely cracked.<\/p>\n