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After the funeral<\/strong><\/p>\n The rope swing at Nanna\u2019s I make dust clouds with my feet I\u2019m six again and see her Beside me a sparrow <\/p>\n Sam Payne<\/strong> has recently completed\u00a0 a degree in English Literature with The Open University and would like to write a novel but poetry is a small child constantly following her around and demanding attention.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After the funeral The rope swing at Nanna\u2019s still tethered to the Sycamore tree, still the safest place to be. I make dust clouds with my feet and watch the heat rise in waves from the tarmac on the drive. I\u2019m six again and see her standing there, a tub of laundry […]<\/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-13460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13460","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=13460"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13460\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13462,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13460\/revisions\/13462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstill tethered to the Sycamore
\ntree, still the safest place to be.<\/p>\n
\nand watch the heat rise in waves
\nfrom the tarmac on the drive.<\/p>\n
\nstanding there, a tub of laundry
\nby her feet, a wooden peg
\ngripped in her teeth
\nand sheets sailing the wind.<\/p>\n
\nperches on a wooden post
\nwatching us both,
\ntilting his head and listening
\nto words I no longer hear.
\n <\/p>\n