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Human Luggage<\/strong><\/p>\n A grey Huddle descends: Chris grabs Ben’s hand Bernie thinks there’s something stuck Head up, face front They departed the rural climbs Names on luggage tags From scuffed knee, to long sock Unitedly un-united <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n In 2010 Emma McCourty<\/strong>‘s chapbook; Everynothing<\/em>, was published by knives Forks and Spoons Press. In 2013 one of her poems ‘A view from the Top’ was published in the Sculpted<\/em> anthology by Northwest Poets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Human Luggage A grey Huddle descends: Hilda and Beryl roll the tide forwards Although the wave is sedate and unsure Chris grabs Ben’s hand off to the side needing a friend Bernie thinks there’s something stuck to Joe’s right foot Should he tell him? He remembers when he had cheek Head up, face front […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12401","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=12401"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13206,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12401\/revisions\/13206"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHilda and Beryl roll the tide forwards
\nAlthough the wave is
\nsedate and unsure<\/p>\n
\noff to the side
\nneeding a friend<\/p>\n
\nto Joe’s right foot
\nShould he tell him?
\nHe remembers when he had cheek<\/p>\n
\nCarl thinks
\nQuietness is power, see and be seen
\nLoneliness rattles in his pocket<\/p>\n
\nfor an urban descent
\nleaving and arriving the same day
\nParted hair unruffled from
\nthe stuffy train<\/p>\n
\nswing from necks uncreased from age or sleep
\nun-morgued bodies labelled
\nfor delivery<\/p>\n
\nfrom satchel to carrier bag
\nThey smell of the unknown
\nIts dust drifts from blazers
\nlingers, and fogs the air<\/p>\n
\nThey journey and arrive
\nSomewhere
\nLetting go of Mum’s hand<\/span>
\nholding a strangers name<\/p>\n