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Exile<\/strong><\/p>\n Foolish: to not know how You keep them concealed, It’s not that they’ve never The dull thud of feet verses If only you could remember. You walk to the block of flats <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Vik Shirley<\/strong> is a Bristol-based poet whose work has appeared in Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal<\/em> and Lunar Poetry<\/em>. She has recently completed a BA (Hons) in English Literature is currently on the\u00a0 Creative Writing MA at Bath Spa.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Exile Foolish: to not know how to work your own wings. On the ground, people stare, they can see them protruding. You keep them concealed, as best you can, but now and then a feather falls, almost giving the game away. It’s not that they’ve never worked (that’s what worsens the blow). Once you’ve […]<\/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-12372","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12372","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=12372"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12372\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12373,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12372\/revisions\/12373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12372"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12372"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12372"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto work your own wings.
\nOn the ground, people stare,
\nthey can see them protruding.<\/p>\n
\nas best you can, but now
\nand then a feather falls,
\nalmost giving the game away.<\/p>\n
\nworked (that’s what worsens
\nthe blow). Once you’ve soared,
\nwalking just isn’t the same.<\/p>\n
\nthe silence of gliding, plus
\nthe swishes, the swooshes,
\nthe glances-up of admiration.<\/p>\n
\nWhat you would do for a spell,
\na recipe, a formula, a diagram …
\na You-Tube clip to follow.<\/p>\n
\nwhere you namelessly reside
\nand take the lift up to the roof
\nfor the one-thousandth time.<\/p>\n