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The Toy<\/strong><\/p>\n I had a toy fire-truck sent to me for Christmas, I saw the heat reach out towards the paper hat, Best of all was the way the carpet colour changed <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Zo\u00eb S\u00eeobhan Howarth-Lowe<\/strong> is a Poet and Mum from Dukinfield. Her work has appeared in Magma, Curly Mind, Clear Poetry, Lakeview Journal, Interpreter’s House <\/em>and The Lake.<\/em> She also enjoys wargaming, painting models and scrapbooking. The Toy I had a toy fire-truck sent to me for Christmas, the usual shiny red with a ladder on top. I dressed a doll as a fireman with a helmet made out of paper, made him rescue the baby stranded in the attic of my doll\u2019s house. I saw the heat […]<\/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-14420","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14420","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=14420"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14420\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14908,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14420\/revisions\/14908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14420"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14420"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14420"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe usual shiny red with a ladder on top.
\nI dressed a doll as a fireman
\nwith a helmet made out of paper,
\nmade him rescue the baby
\nstranded in the attic of my doll\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
\ncurling the edges without touching,
\nand flames, snaking the bars of the baby\u2019s cot.
\nQuickly the doll\u2019s house became alive, spitting
\nand hissing, lighting up the room
\nbetter than any nightlight.<\/p>\n
\nwherever a spark hit. The way flames would come
\nrunning towards me, greeting me, encircling me,
\ncompelling the horrid pink carpet to flower into orange.<\/p>\n
\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"