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15th<\/sup> of April<\/strong> Today marks a year since your death I reach out to wipe the glass, a shape made of delicate bones: Deer don\u2019t come down this far from the forest. I move closer to the window, she stops, I am close enough to see her dark brown eyes. She disappears and leaves the garden bare. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Megan O\u2019Reilly<\/strong> is a 22 year old Creative Writing and English literature student living in Bath. She is currently working on her first pamphlet of poetry inspired by the loss of her best friend. You can find her caf\u00e9 loitering and petting every dog she meets, that is if you don\u2019t confuse her with her identical twin sister.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 15th of April \u00a0 Saturday morning, I watch condensation drip down the window and steam rise from the brim of a blue coffee cup. Today marks a year since your death and I still sit at this same window, sip from a cup you gave me two Christmases ago. I reach out […]<\/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-16643","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\/16643","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=16643"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16644,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16643\/revisions\/16644"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16643"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16643"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/em>
\nSaturday morning,
\nI watch condensation drip down the window
\nand steam rise from the brim of a blue coffee cup.<\/p>\n
\nand I still sit at this same window,
\nsip from a cup you gave me two Christmases ago.<\/p>\n
\nand the garden comes into focus,
\njust as a figure steps out onto the lawn,<\/p>\n
\na deer , alone and trembling,
\nas she picks her way through the long grass.<\/p>\n
\nPerhaps she came for the mushrooms;
\nthe morels and the fresh shoots of grass.<\/p>\n
\nbody juddering like an old movie reel.
\nThen she looks right at me.<\/p>\n
\nShe tilts her head to the side, as if to speak.
\nBut there are no words.<\/p>\n
\nBut for an instant, your brown eyes looked back at me.<\/p>\n