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Fox-wife<\/strong><\/p>\n When I told you I’d trick the moon My hands are rugged, eyes sag <\/p>\n Cherry Doyle<\/strong> lives near Cannock Chase. She has been published in Cannon’s Mouth, The Cadaverine<\/em> and was the Leaveners Poet of the Month for June 2016. She is completing an OU degree in Creative Writing, and tweets occasionally @ms_n_thrope<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fox-wife When I told you I’d trick the moon right out of the sky and into your wine, your eyes said I couldn’t be trusted; you knew my kind that come on the breeze, under the crow’s wing, when hope needs us the most. My hands are rugged, eyes sag with the […]<\/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":[136,7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13757","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=13757"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13757\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13758,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13757\/revisions\/13758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nright out of the sky and into your wine,
\nyour eyes said I couldn’t be trusted;
\nyou knew my kind that come
\non the breeze, under the crow’s wing,
\nwhen hope needs us the most.<\/p>\n
\nwith the weight of a forest’s century,
\nthat I fished the sky for stars, until
\nI found my nights in the pit of your heart,
\nand I leave each morning, unsure
\nif I’ll return at dusk, a woman.<\/p>\n