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Meeting the family, 1937<\/strong><\/p>\n These are sunny days. They sit arranged she wants her fairy-friends to show up small grass stains on one heel. Father\u2019s absent, I know he likes me, but how much? <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Colin Crewdson<\/strong> lives in Devon, tends his garden and writes when not fending off pests and other work.\u00a0 His poems have been published in several other magazines including The Journal, The Open Mouse, Anim<\/em>a and The High Window<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Meeting the family, 1937 These are sunny days. They sit arranged around the teacups, teapot centre, cakes to eat in this glade of leaves and glitter; she wants her fairy-friends to show up but her visitor\u2019s here, laughing with her brothers. Her shoes shine white as bone china under the table, small […]<\/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-15446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15446","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=15446"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15446\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15448,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15446\/revisions\/15448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15446"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15446"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15446"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\naround the teacups, teapot centre,
\ncakes to eat in this glade of leaves and glitter;<\/p>\n
\nbut her visitor\u2019s here, laughing with her brothers.
\nHer shoes shine white as bone china under the table,<\/p>\n
\nfeeding his chickens, but her favourite dog
\nsits up next to her, eying the sandwiches.<\/p>\n
\nshe writes on the flysheet of her latest
\nWalter Scott, in shorthand.<\/p>\n