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Egg V: Hatching<\/strong><\/p>\n This morning, I am frozen by the fecundity of birds: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Morgaine Mech Lleuad<\/strong> is a poet\/novelist, and lectures in poetry and creative writing at Exeter University and the OU, respectively.\u00a0 Her poetry has been published in various magazines, including Orbis, The Interpreter’s House, Iota, Ink Sweat & Tears and The Frogmore Papers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Egg V: Hatching This morning, I am frozen by the fecundity of birds: their binge-drunk chorus is already Greek and monstrous as Sirens, even before the sun catches up with the day.\u00a0 What if they sing through the window and into the bed where I lie curdled \u2013 corvine murder feathering shades of black […]<\/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-12455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12455","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=12455"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12455\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13238,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12455\/revisions\/13238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntheir binge-drunk chorus is already Greek
\nand monstrous as Sirens, even before
\nthe sun catches up with the day.\u00a0 What if
\nthey sing through the window and into the bed
\nwhere I lie curdled \u2013 corvine murder feathering
\nshades of black on my scratchy skin, etch-a-sketching me
\ninto a nest?\u00a0 What if a startlement of sparrows
\ninvades me, guddles my genes
\nunzips my DNA, and sturnine murmurs
\nlace me back up; corset and coddle me ovoid
\nfertile, and incubating in the heat of dreams?\u00a0 Such dreams
\nsuch lurid heat could birth a phoenix:
\nbut I would be the abject daughter
\nof recombinant alchemy, the one chimeric sparrow who falls
\nand God doesn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n