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Autumn<\/strong><\/p>\n October her lips were the Neighbours called: offered broth. I\u2019d inhaled smells of damp earth and decay, Watched the wind move made it creak in hollow invitation like witches fingers, casting red spells <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Andrea Bowd<\/strong> is a recent graduate of Nottingham University achieving a first class degree in Creative and Professional Writing. She is now studying for a Masters Degree in Creative Writing. Andrea has some success as a poet, having some of her poems published in Dreamcatcher, Skylark, Mud\u00a0Press <\/i>and Snakeskin. <\/i>Her latest published poem is available here, courtesy of Snakeskin: \u00a0http:\/\/www.snakeskinpoetry. Autumn October when my red-haired mother was found. Lying still, insect-thin, sleeping. Though her lips were the bluest they\u2019d ever been. Neighbours called: offered broth. I\u2019d ran, hidden amongst reed grasses, gripped thistle heads and blackberry thorns, let them sear my skin. I\u2019d inhaled smells of damp earth and decay, exhaled snot […]<\/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-14831","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14831","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=14831"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14831\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14833,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14831\/revisions\/14833"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwhen my red-haired mother was found.
\nLying still,
\ninsect-thin, sleeping. Though<\/p>\n
\nbluest they\u2019d ever been.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019d ran, hidden amongst reed grasses,
\ngripped thistle heads and blackberry thorns, let them sear my skin.<\/p>\n
\nexhaled snot and tears.<\/p>\n
\nthe garden gate<\/p>\n
\nmade the rowan leaves twitch<\/p>\n
\nthrough stolen\u00a0night.<\/p>\n