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Donkey<\/strong><\/p>\n Through tantrum tears Hooves clomp and hammer His screeching bray <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ceinwen Haydon<\/strong> lives in Newcastle-upon-Tyne and writes short stories and poetry. She has been published on line and in print. She has just completed her MA in Creative Writing (Newcastle University). She believes everyone\u2019s voice counts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Donkey Through tantrum tears and sun\u2019s glare I glance up the hill. Hooves clomp and hammer as down the slope he comes, skids on the wet grass and shambles to a heavy halt behind the five-bar gate. His screeching bray thwarts my daft intentions. His tail thumps my thigh and his nose […]<\/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-15483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15483","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=15483"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15483\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15637,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15483\/revisions\/15637"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand sun\u2019s glare
\nI glance up the hill.<\/p>\n
\nas down the slope he comes,
\nskids on the wet grass
\nand shambles to a heavy halt
\nbehind the five-bar gate.<\/p>\n
\nthwarts my daft intentions.
\nHis tail thumps my thigh
\nand his nose nuzzles my chest.
\nThen, hoof raised high,
\nhe gently kicks
\nall my hectic nonsense
\ninto the long dew-laden grass.<\/p>\n