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First, to music<\/strong><\/p>\n I am forgotten music I direct my old jalopy I become bird-music I am night music curling around, lazy and forgetful <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marian De Saxe<\/strong> holds a Ph. D in English from the University of Sydney and has completed courses in Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia\/Norwich Writer\u2019s Centre.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" First, to music I am forgotten music carrying chores like a bag lady as day rushes to an end weighed down by the tempo of a supermarket aisle at weekend peak-time. I direct my old jalopy into a suburban pit hidden away from sun\u2019s last chimes which peal greed and abundance: lorikeets feast […]<\/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-12346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12346","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=12346"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12346\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12347,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12346\/revisions\/12347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12346"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12346"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12346"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncarrying chores like a bag lady as day rushes to an end
\nweighed down by the tempo of a supermarket aisle at weekend peak-time.<\/p>\n
\ninto a suburban pit hidden away from sun\u2019s last chimes
\nwhich peal greed and abundance:
\nlorikeets feast on umbrella tree dates like three drunk tenors trying to sing Puccini.<\/p>\n
\nwhistling as I fill the fridge
\npecking at obligatory evening nibbles and a glass of portamento
\na zither, slithering away from kitchen calls
\nas I compose a scene of sundown green,
\nand colours more vivid than the veggie shelves syncopate piano into Bach\u2019s backyard
\nand the last bar flops into a chair.
\nThere is silence.<\/p>\n
\ntuning in to footsteps, each wandering
\ncadence loping towards tone-notes of recognition
\nhumming
\nsleep.<\/span><\/p>\n