II.<\/em> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kevin Reid<\/strong>‘s work can be found in various online and printed publications including: <\/span>Under the Radar<\/i><\/span>, <\/span>The Interpreter\u2019s House <\/i><\/span>and <\/span>Domestic Cherry.<\/i><\/span> Wordless<\/u><\/span><\/span><\/a>, an image and text collaboration with <\/span>George Szirtes<\/u><\/span><\/span><\/a>,<\/span><\/span> is published by <\/span>Knives, Forks and Spoons Press<\/u><\/span><\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n Note: I was fortunate enough to be guardian of these three genuine Victorian dolls, which are part of the Angus Council Museum collection. They have never been displayed and only kept in storage and I was granted permission by the collections manager to photograph them while in my care and share in whatever way I want. They have since been returned and will probably remain in storage forever.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Victorian Sisters I. Hardy. Well preserved. She mothered them. They found her alone. The rose still kind on her lips, olive still ripe on her skin. It was winter. II. Her fun faded. Her shadow grew bolder than her former self. Pale and wasted with rough play. Her mouth torn, twisted. […]<\/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":[7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14837","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=14837"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14846,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14837\/revisions\/14846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Victorian-Sister-I.jpg\")
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\nI.<\/em>
\nHardy. Well preserved. She mothered them.
\nThey found her alone. The rose still kind
\non her lips, olive still ripe
\non her skin. It was winter.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nHer fun faded. Her shadow grew bolder
\nthan her former self. Pale and wasted
\nwith rough play. Her mouth torn,
\ntwisted. Her pallid curls sad pink.<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nIII.<\/em>
\nShe survived the attack. The loss broke her.
\nShe couldn’t speak about it.
\nHer trust frozen. Grey. Her love cracked.
\nThe family had kept a pet crow.<\/p>\n