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The Fauna<\/strong><\/p>\n Watch him bide behind anorexic tree He trots past the patches of his fauna veil, Bends a fur-knarled knee into the stone Dead-fish eyes, dark as a badger sett <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Adam Magee<\/b> is Swansea born poet and a student at the University of Gloucestershire studying his BA, and applying for his MA. He is also a events and communications officer at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival, who set his mentorship with Angela France. He helps run poetry events such as Buzz words<\/em> and Well Versed<\/em> in his spare time.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Fauna Watch him bide behind anorexic tree fingers. His liquid-wood skin, oxidised syrup in the trident of sunlight dangling from angler still branches. He trots past the patches of his fauna veil, blue and alazarin bird berries jiggle over his goat\u2019s tail. Bends a fur-knarled knee into the stone pierced river bank: […]<\/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-13634","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13634","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=13634"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13634\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13635,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13634\/revisions\/13635"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13634"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13634"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13634"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfingers. His liquid-wood skin, oxidised syrup
\nin the trident of sunlight
\ndangling from angler still branches.<\/p>\n
\nblue and alazarin bird berries jiggle over his goat\u2019s tail.<\/p>\n
\npierced river bank: ledger filled with froglets.
\nGenuflecting the sun the water\u2019s stubborn
\nneed to be clear yet secretive; it is a language
\nthey both speak.<\/p>\n
\nstare with a monarch\u2019s wisdom
\nat me: never blinking as he glugs
\nrushing water, fast as the beat
\nof a humming bird’s wings.<\/p>\n