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Mrs Darwin’s Egg<\/strong><\/p>\n I break the egg over the kitchen table. The yolk spills out Outside the snow still falls, blindfolding the brambles. Soon I will explode the way the gorse pods do, In he comes. He brings me ideas brings fish to his mate; the gift of a slip We dissect a dogfish together on the kitchen table, while the apples stare from their earthenware bowl. I place my hand in his, and think myself an explorer too, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Fiona Cartwright<\/strong> lives in Surrey and is a poet, post-doctoral ecologist, and mother of two. Her work has been published in various places, including Mslexia <\/em>and Butcher\u2019s Dog<\/em>, and shortlisted for the 2014 Poetry School\/Pighog Press pamphlet competition.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mrs Darwin’s Egg I break the egg over the kitchen table. The yolk spills out on the china plate like gorse in snow. Outside the snow still falls, blindfolding the brambles. I put myself in the space between one snowflake and the next. Soon I will explode the way the gorse pods […]<\/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-12279","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12279","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=12279"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12279\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12280,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12279\/revisions\/12280"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12279"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12279"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12279"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non the china plate like gorse in snow.<\/p>\n
\nI put myself in the space between one snowflake and the next.<\/p>\n
\ndried out in the late summer sun.<\/p>\n
\nas the tern on the shingle spit<\/p>\n
\nshining silver in a golden sun.<\/p>\n
\ntaking the parasites from the stomach<\/p>\n
\nWe count one hundred before the vicar comes.<\/p>\n
\n\u2018til I rise, and the weight of his child pulls me down.<\/p>\n