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Iris Among the Lilies<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2018The October water is like glass and scarcely flows.\u2019* A clumsy plunge \u2013 this quiet river pool Her unwieldy body sinking towards and glides \u2013\u00a0 a tropic manatee pausing to take a breath, whooping at the cold <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kathleen Jones<\/strong> lives in a \u00a0frequently flooded water mill in the Lake District. Perhaps this is why she called her fourth collection The Rainmaker\u2019s Wife<\/em>\u2013 \u00a0published last month with Indigo Dreams. kathleenjonesauthor.blogspot.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n [* from The River\u2019s Voice<\/em>, ed A.King and S. Clifford, Green Books Ltd, 2000.]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Grass of Freedom<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m in a cave there are attempts crude drawings The beautiful family of my way to raise tending cattle. beside a pathetic fire subsisting on handfuls <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sophie Herxheimer<\/strong> is an artist and poet. Her new book is called Velkom to Inklandt<\/em><\/a>. Her work has appeared in Long Poem Magazine, Tears in the Fence, Poetry Wales<\/em>, and been shown at the Poetry Library and the National Portrait Gallery. She has held residencies for London International Festival of Theatre, the Museum of Liverpool and many others.\u00a0 www.sophieherxheimer.com<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Three Little Words<\/strong><\/p>\n I nearly didn’t say them at all; After I’d said them <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Carole Bromley<\/strong> has three collections with Smith\/Doorstop, the most recent being a collection of poems for children, Blast Off!<\/em> which was published in July 2017 www.carolebromleypoetry.co.uk Twitter Carole Bromley1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Iris Among the Lilies \u2018The October water is like glass and scarcely flows.\u2019* Iris Murdoch, \u2018October\u2019. A clumsy plunge \u2013 this quiet river pool tasting of weed and wild fowl the green water hazy with algae. Her unwieldy body sinking towards the roots of bullrushes and yellow flags where \u2013 weightless and free […]<\/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-15025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15025","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=15025"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15036,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15025\/revisions\/15036"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIris Murdoch, \u2018October\u2019.<\/p>\n
\ntasting of weed and wild fowl
\nthe green water hazy with algae.<\/p>\n
\nthe roots of bullrushes and yellow flags
\nwhere \u2013 weightless and free \u2013 she turns<\/p>\n
\nsurfacing under the lily pads
\n\u2013 Nymphaea Alba, native species \u2013<\/p>\n
\nbut feeling more alive and sentient
\nhere than anywhere.<\/p>\n
\nof my own making<\/p>\n
\nat d\u00e9cor:<\/p>\n
\nin blood and chalk<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019ve gone out<\/p>\n
\nare in another country<\/p>\n
\nWhile I\u2019m here<\/p>\n
\nof my own making<\/p>\n
\nof grass. It\u2019s delicious.<\/p>\n
\nas it was I waited till the end,
\ntill you were unconscious.<\/p>\n
\nI grew bolder, safer,
\nfree to say anything I wanted.<\/p>\n