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Gloves on My 40th Birthday<\/strong><\/p>\n At the beauty parlour, my hands were made such a fuss A hard labour of coarse ointment lifting layers, lifeless Drying, patting and sweet smells of Seadrift, hand cream Then walking home afterwards, marvelling the softness <\/strong><\/p>\n Johanna Boal<\/strong> lives in Beverley, East Riding of Yorkshire.\u00a0 She has had poetry published in Blowing Raspberries<\/em> (Belfast Magazine) Galway Review, Ireland, Poetry Space, Bristol, OpenMouse, Poetry Scotland<\/em> and more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Gloves on My 40th Birthday At the beauty parlour, my hands were made such a fuss cuticles like dark clouds pushed back see the half polished moon and those white dots the stars, my hands the milky way. A hard labour of coarse ointment lifting layers, lifeless skin flaked from my hands birthday […]<\/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-11738","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11738","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=11738"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11738\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11740,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11738\/revisions\/11740"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11738"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11738"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11738"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncuticles like dark clouds pushed back
\nsee the half polished moon and those white dots the stars,
\nmy hands the milky way.<\/p>\n
\nskin flaked from my hands birthday
\nbrought to memory when walking along coastal paths
\nsand emulsified with water.<\/p>\n
\nsqueezed gently finger tips reach a heightened heartfelt pulse
\nthe pink nail varnish takes time as the spotlight
\nfocuses in.<\/p>\n
\ntextured nature in fields spring lambs bleating?
\nI had embraced so easily slipping into cream coloured
\nsuede gloves.<\/p>\n