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Revival<\/strong><\/p>\n I found a frozen lizard on my walk As we neared half a mile I felt her move, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marc Woodward<\/strong> is a poet and musician living in rural Devon. His writing reflects his surroundings and often has a dark, even macabre, undercurrent. He has been published in a wide range of places including Ink, Sweat & Tears, Prole, Clear Poetry, Message In A Bottle, Avis Magazine <\/em>and The Poetry Society <\/em>and The Guardian<\/em> web sites – as well as in anthologies from Forward, Sentinel, OWF and Ravenshead. His recent chapbook ‘A Fright of Jays’ is available from Maquette Press.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Revival I found a frozen lizard on my walk at the red mud edge of a Devon lane. Intact and unspotted by crows or rooks, half hidden in the horse shit round the drain. I thought the creature might still be alive just stunned to stupor by the late March chill, and […]<\/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-12447","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12447","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=12447"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12447\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12448,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12447\/revisions\/12448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nat the red mud edge of a Devon lane.
\nIntact and unspotted by crows or rooks,
\nhalf hidden in the horse shit round the drain.
\nI thought the creature might still be alive
\njust stunned to stupor by the late March chill,
\nand if I warmed her through she might survive,
\nso lifted her and walked on up the hill.<\/p>\n
\nfaintly, as she responded to the heat
\n– held softly in my woolly winter glove.
\nA mile more, her revival now complete,
\nI found a sunny spot and set her free.
\nI recall you once did the same for me.<\/p>\n
\nNB: This poem is included in ‘A Fright Of Jays’ published by Maquette 7\/15<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"