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The Woman Who Could Not Say Goodbye<\/strong><\/p>\n He\u2019ll come to hear it soon enough, by the door The air there is ivory, cool as a piano key worn act, farewell, but a language slow as wood smoke the so longs she laid\u00a0all around the house. Carved now and observe her slow bow, stowed in the snowdrops look like unwritten confessions in diaries. The horizon is <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Angela Readman<\/strong>‘s poems have won the Mslexia Poetry Competition, and The Charles Causley. Her new\u00a0collection The Book of Tides<\/em> will be published by Nine Arches in November 2016. She also writes stories.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Woman Who Could Not Say Goodbye He\u2019ll come to hear it soon enough, by the door where a woman can simply put herself out with the milk. The air there is ivory, cool as a piano key worn by notions of leaving that didn\u2019t play out. It is not a sole […]<\/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-12139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12139","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=12139"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12141,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12139\/revisions\/12141"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwhere a woman can simply put herself out with the milk.<\/p>\n
\nby notions of leaving that didn\u2019t play out. It is not a sole<\/p>\n
\ndoving the wall over the hearth. He\u2019ll come to learn<\/p>\n
\ninto couches, an embrace of absence, sags where he can sit<\/p>\n
\nshe placed in a vase. So suddenly, the clothes lines<\/p>\n
\na closed ballroom where days of the week refuse to dance.<\/p>\n