{"id":1403,"date":"2008-10-03T15:46:15","date_gmt":"2008-10-03T15:46:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1403"},"modified":"2008-10-03T15:46:15","modified_gmt":"2008-10-03T15:46:15","slug":"kezia-green-has-gone-feeding-the-ducks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/kezia-green-has-gone-feeding-the-ducks\/","title":{"rendered":"Kezia Green has gone feeding the ducks"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kezia Green \u2013 who many you will recall from earlier this summer with her poem about Amy Winehouse staying in a caravan \u2013 is back, this time she is…<\/span>
<\/p>\n

Feeding ducks with Dad<\/span>


Four disobedient wheels<\/span>
press gravel on the riverside path;<\/span>
a pendulum of Mother\u2019s Pride,<\/span>
tied to the pushchair\u2019s handle,<\/span>
drumbeats me in the back.<\/span>

\u2018Let\u2019s go down to the jetty,\u2019 says Dad,<\/span>
\u2018But don\u2019t tell Mum\u2019.<\/span>
Dad throws his bread (I suck mine)<\/span>
and the ducks walk on water<\/span>
to reach the bleached tectonic plates.<\/span>

Horizontal jive-kicks propel<\/span>
an advance only<\/span>
Mum would have noticed:<\/span>
\u2018Couldn\u2019t you see how close he was to<\/span>
the edge?\u2019 she blamed, back home.<\/span>

I fall face first, still strapped in;<\/span>
big SPLASH, then slow-going-down,<\/span>
until I settle, at the bottom,<\/span>
by a Tesco trolley loom,<\/span>
woven with greenweed.<\/span>

My body, unperturbed by its<\/span>
amniotic return,<\/span>
is pursued by Dad \u2013<\/span>
wall eyed with a mercury wake.<\/span>
He wrenches me free of this Atlantis landfill;<\/span>
and we rise together,<\/span>
man, child and pushchair,<\/span>
to be reborn.<\/span>


* Kezia Green describes herself as a short lady with dark hair.<\/span>
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Kezia Green \u2013 who many you will recall from earlier this summer with her poem about Amy Winehouse staying in a caravan \u2013 is back, this time she is… Feeding ducks with DadFour disobedient wheelspress gravel on the riverside path;a pendulum of Mother\u2019s Pride,tied to the pushchair\u2019s handle,drumbeats me in the back.\u2018Let\u2019s go down to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-1403","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1403","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1403"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1403\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1403"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1403"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1403"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}