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Seeing in Colour <\/strong><\/p>\n Canvasses rotting behind the shed The temper of blood on white tiles Art is not what you see but what<\/em> Tree-striped light on a dark mound Asters like loaded brushes in a jar<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n [Quote: Edgar Degas]<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em> \u00a0<\/strong> Seeing in Colour Canvasses rotting behind the shed An ochre sky, the sharp stink of linseed on a rag The temper of blood on white tiles A coffin glossed with slick tints of autumn leaves in oils Art is not what you see but what you make others see. Where do I look […]<\/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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14467","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14467","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=14467"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14467\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14945,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14467\/revisions\/14945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14467"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14467"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14467"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAn ochre sky, the sharp stink
\nof linseed on a rag<\/p>\n
\nA coffin glossed with slick tints
\nof autumn leaves in oils<\/p>\n
\nyou make others see.<\/em>
\nWhere do I look now?<\/p>\n
\nThe bristle of green on umber<\/p>\n
\n\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAli McGrane is an emerging writer of short fiction and poetry, living in the UK. She has studied literature and creative writing with the Open University and is currently completing an MA. Her work has appeared in Fictive Dream, The Lost Balloon and Ellipsis Zine. @Ali_McGrane_UK<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"