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Saturday morning<\/strong><\/p>\n Preciosa hangs her baby on the wind, the father, look: Archangels are breathing autumn over the balcony, treacle tattoed to her side, beauty scatters over sweet summers Preciosa’s smile lifts the sunrise over Spain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Charlie Baylis<\/strong> lives and works in Nottingham. He reviews poetry for Stride.<\/em> His own creative writing has most recently appeared in Stride, Agave <\/em>and Litro<\/em>, he has been shortlisted for the\u00a0 Bridport Prize (UK)\u00a0 and nominated for a Pushcart Prizes (US)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Saturday morning Preciosa hangs her baby on the wind, the father, look: smoke is rising from the mezquita, the nuns walk by the children’s cemetery, bless the little coffins, look: Archangels are breathing autumn over the balcony, treacle stars tumble from the tumbler of gin to the tablecloth that is the night’s […]<\/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-12240","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12240","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=12240"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12240\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12241,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12240\/revisions\/12241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12240"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12240"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12240"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nsmoke is rising from the mezquita, the nuns
\nwalk by the children’s cemetery, bless the little coffins, look:<\/p>\n
\nstars tumble from the tumbler of gin to the tablecloth
\nthat is the night’s mirror: day, pushing through air like the sixty nine<\/p>\n
\nflagged by maple and the green man under the olive grove
\nthat the wolves kiss, after biting the parchment moon to pieces, look:<\/p>\n