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the bluebottle<\/strong><\/p>\n died immediately on impact it had buzzed around the room though unsettled by this I didn\u2019t tell him <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jim Bennett<\/strong>, has written 74\u00a0 books and numerous chapbooks and pamphlets in a 50 year career as a poet.\u00a0 Jim lives near Liverpool in the UK and tours giving readings of his work throughout the year.\u00a0 He is widely published and has won many competitions and awards for poetry and performance. He runs\u00a0www.poetrykit.org\u00a0<\/a>one of the world\u2019s most successful internet sites for poets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" the bluebottle died immediately on impact the crunch against the window unmistakable my father stood newspaper in hand the single wrist flick had broken the fly trajectory sent it to a splattering death it had buzzed around the room for hours around the food on the table around his head wearing down […]<\/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-14727","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727","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=14727"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15078,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14727\/revisions\/15078"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14727"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14727"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14727"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe crunch against the window
\nunmistakable
\nmy father stood newspaper in hand
\nthe single wrist flick
\nhad broken the fly trajectory
\nsent it to a splattering death<\/p>\n
\nfor hours
\naround the food on the table
\naround his head
\nwearing down my father\u2019s patience
\nuntil he snapped
\ngrabbed his newspaper
\nrolled it into a baton
\nand lunged\u00a0\u00a0 a single swipe
\nand it was silent<\/p>\n
\nact of brutality
\nI thought it better to stay quiet
\nas I watched him eat his cake
\ntelling mum about the fly<\/p>\n
\nwhat I had learned about bluebottles
\nI just watched him eat his cake
\ntogether with the dead fly\u2019s vomit<\/p>\n