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The Piano<\/strong><\/p>\n One time you bought a baby grand, I wandered into the formal room, Sat at the beautiful piano. You come in, Slam the cover down. Pulling me back to your friends, I hang my head, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Samantha Pearse<\/strong> has performed poetry widely including the Cheltenham and Ledbury Poetry Festivals & Cheltenham Literature Festival.\u00a0 She is EDF\u2019s Women\u2019s Network Poet in Residence. She is a keen collaborator with visual artists and lately composers (through Out of Place 2017).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Piano One time you bought a baby grand, perhaps imagining someone in the family developing culture, as a petri dish grows mould. I wandered into the formal room, back of the house, for Christmas and best. Sat at the beautiful piano. Couldn\u2019t have told you if it was in tune but […]<\/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-14472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14472","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=14472"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14472\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14474,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14472\/revisions\/14474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nperhaps imagining someone in the family
\ndeveloping culture,
\nas a petri dish
\ngrows mould.<\/p>\n
\nback of the house, for Christmas and best.<\/p>\n
\nCouldn\u2019t have told you if it was in tune
\nbut sat and explored it\u2019s keys.<\/p>\n
\nsay merely
\n\u201cmove your fingers\u201d.<\/p>\n
\nA shocking noise after the gentle notes,
\nheard as a plink plonk of focus not on you.<\/p>\n
\nyou berate me
\nfor a milksop weakling
\nwho will amount to nothing,
\nis nothing
\nwill always be
\nnothing.<\/p>\n
\nno place to hide,
\nexcept behind my hair.<\/p>\n