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Anniversary\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n I have only three fingers left, and pull out \u2013 Another go brings up if we forget that Don\u2019t bite my head off if I make mess of this.<\/p>\n *<\/p>\n That jacket has gone through at the elbows And here\u2019s a lovely piece of white silk – A shoe, look, quite a small one, and my feet *<\/p>\n Dolly has a new head, Do brains have feet? *<\/p>\n It is snowing, straight down quick Still it falls, and falls, leaving We\u2019ll keep on though, without the need <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rachel Goodman<\/strong> has taken the scenic route to becoming a poet. She has been variously an actor, mime artist, theatre producer, radio traffic announcer, journalist, presenter, mother and portrait painter. She is still the last two.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Anniversary\u2028 I have only three fingers left, but I stretch my hand into the bin where orphaned body parts lie, waiting to be repurposed, you might say, and pull out \u2013 a blue button eye, separated from the place where it was sewn to witness the order of things. Another go brings […]<\/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-14432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14432","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=14432"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14900,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14432\/revisions\/14900"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbut I stretch my hand into the bin
\nwhere orphaned body parts lie,
\nwaiting to be repurposed,
\nyou might say,<\/p>\n
\na blue button eye,
\nseparated
\nfrom the place where it was sewn
\nto witness the order of things.<\/p>\n
\na torso mostly unstuffed,
\nbut it could be fashioned into something<\/p>\n
\nbobs should follow bits,
\nand overlook the split, the tufted
\nand the dangling
\nthread.<\/p>\n
\nDear – your pointy bones! My leather miniskirt
\n(the one from Ken High Street that I adored)
\nwill make a perfect patch.\u00a0 If I can find it.<\/p>\n
\nmy first wedding dress, gone yellow
\nat the hem, but cut that off, and there\u2019ll be enough
\nto make a christening gown or two.<\/p>\n
\nhave spread, but it should fit if I cut off my toes.
\nThere might be one that looks almost the same –
\nthen we could cobble together a sort of pair.<\/p>\n
\nand when she takes it off
\nher hair stands up on end,
\nher brain begins to shuffle
\nfrom one foot to the other.<\/p>\n
\n(A heart can leap.)<\/p>\n
\nin broken lines, but does not settle.<\/p>\n
\nno place for us to place
\nour buckled feet without getting wet.<\/p>\n
\nfor looking back.\u00a0 Anyway,
\nthere will be nothing to see,
\njust melting snow.<\/p>\n