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Milk and Honey<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s 22:37 and I look I’m sure you are thinking You see, my loves, I love you so much more Now now now now!<\/p>\n So. I’m sorry But I’ve stopped wishing for those good old days, I am now the land of milk and honey, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Deborah McClean<\/strong> is an Irish poet living in Bristol. She now eats cake and writes poetry one-handed due to the arrival of her first baby. Deborah lives in a house with a percolator and a husband.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Milk and Honey It’s 22:37 and I look down and see you. You’ve had another hard day; I’m not surprised you look so sad. I’m sure you are thinking of the good old days; those days when you were idle; those days when you were framed in soft fabrics: lace and satin. Loved and […]<\/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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15824","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15824","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=15824"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15824\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15825,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15824\/revisions\/15825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15824"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15824"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15824"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndown and see you.
\nYou’ve had another hard day;
\nI’m not surprised you look so sad.<\/p>\n
\nof the good old days;
\nthose days when you were idle;
\nthose days when you were framed in soft fabrics: lace and satin.
\nLoved and fawned.<\/p>\n
\nit doesn’t feel like it
\nbut you are now
\nthe most important part of me.<\/p>\n
\nbecause you love the angry little mouth that want want wants NOW.<\/p>\n
\nthat sometimes you get angry; sometimes you throb
\nand weep
\nand split yourself;
\ngrieving for those gentle fawning days.<\/p>\n
\nbecause the golden days are here:<\/p>\n
\nand you, my dears, are her life-givers.<\/p>\n