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Foxgloves<\/strong><\/p>\n 1.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0There\u2019s not much you can say about hollyhocks. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Having written poetry for several years, Oliver Armison<\/strong> has \u00a0finally decided it may be of interest to someone else. He lives and works in Liverpool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Foxgloves 1.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0There\u2019s not much you can say about hollyhocks. 2.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Or are they foxgloves? 3.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0They\u2019re tall, for instance. 4.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Skyscrapers of the garden. 5.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0And they always appear in June. 6.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Like big, extravagant yardsticks for the extended daylight hours. 7.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Yardsticks with bells on. 8.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Those bells, though. 9.\u00a0\u00a0 […]<\/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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11617","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11617","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=11617"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11617\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11921,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11617\/revisions\/11921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n2.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Or are they foxgloves?
\n3.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0They\u2019re tall, for instance.
\n4.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Skyscrapers of the garden.
\n5.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0And they always appear in June.
\n6.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Like big, extravagant yardsticks for the extended daylight hours.
\n7.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Yardsticks with bells on.
\n8.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Those bells, though.
\n9.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Noteless until the bees arrive.
\n10.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Now kiosks serving free nectar.
\n11.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Soup kitchens doling out nectar.
\n12.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0With blotches on the floor.
\n13.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Or leprous tablecloths.
\n14.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Or mouths that speak the bees like poems.
\n15.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0The blotches hint the roots might tap Hell.
\n16.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0In summary, pleasantly tall, with flowers.
\n17.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0That are a bit disturbing on the inside.
\n18.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0But that doesn\u2019t seem to bother the bees.
\n19.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0They clamber in, the blotches show them
\n20.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0where to plant their feet.
\n21.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0they may mythologize Death as a long blotchy tunnel
\n22.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0with nectar at the end.<\/p>\n