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Pilates Retreat to Amazonia<\/strong><\/p>\n In focus \u2013 the edges of things \u2013 Out of focus \u2013 a still motion of colour \u2013 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane R Rogers<\/strong> has been writing poetry for five years and is a member of the Greenwich Poetry Workshop and\u00a0 Poetry Magazine team, and has co-edited Magma<\/em>. Jane lives in London but misses the West Country.<\/p>\n Note: after<\/em> Lothar Baumgarten’s\u00a0 El Dorado<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pilates Retreat to Amazonia In focus \u2013 the edges of things \u2013 Like wiry mangroves, I contract to my toes imitating branches crooked bends. A backbreaking stance fixed there, melded in the earth while an aroma of poisonous fungus whistles through my synapses. Out of focus \u2013 a still motion of colour […]<\/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-12588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12588","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=12588"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12588\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12590,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12588\/revisions\/12590"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLike wiry mangroves, I contract to my toes
\nimitating branches crooked bends.
\nA backbreaking stance
\nfixed there, melded in the earth
\nwhile an aroma of poisonous fungus
\nwhistles through my synapses.<\/p>\n
\nI catch a suspicion of curves.
\nFar-flung, my blurred heartbeat,
\nis an echo with no intimacy.
\nI reverb inside the mulch breath
\nof a snake, wallow underwater
\nin the thrum of my bodies fear.<\/p>\n