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Stranger<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll ask the Moon to do my dirty work. Everyone\u2019s asleep, I walk streets where lights I want to flick a switch and turn <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jessica Mookherjee<\/strong> is a poet \u00a0originally from Wales now living in Kent. She has poems published in Ink Sweat and Tears, Antiphon, Agenda, Prole, Interpreter’s House, Obsessed With Pipework <\/em>and Tears in the Fence.<\/em> Her pamphlet, The Swell<\/em> – was published in October by Telltale Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Stranger I\u2019ll ask the Moon to do my dirty work. In the backwash I wonder if the Welsh God with his untidy name, painted her. I\u2019m the colour of the rock. I\u2019ll be a moon-glowing witch, with cloud-hands getting slowly drunk, as I shrink out of the sky. They ask me why […]<\/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-13169","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\/13169","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=13169"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13169\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13511,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13169\/revisions\/13511"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIn the backwash I wonder if the Welsh God
\nwith his untidy name, painted her.
\nI\u2019m the colour of the rock.
\nI\u2019ll be a moon-glowing witch,
\nwith cloud-hands getting slowly drunk, as I shrink out of the sky.
\nThey ask me why I wear a bone in my nose and I laugh,
\nmake their cows lame and their children fail.<\/p>\n
\nare still on in people\u2019s houses \u2013
\nto walk my coast path from West Cross
\nto the Mumbles Head, away from the village,
\nfrom that old infant school
\nwith that big sign that told them to aim
\nfor something they must have believed at the time,
\nwhere the milk was too warm and made them sick.<\/p>\n
\noff all the stars. I can drop gold-crushed light
\non the cliff paths, and sit
\ndown here on Brandy Cove, sea-faced.
\nThey spread rumours that I was the moon and chased me
\nwith silver, I know I can\u2019t drown
\nbecause I\u2019m the water.<\/p>\n