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Nevertold<\/strong><\/p>\n I took him for his wildness \u2013 He gave me pounding heartbeats, rabbit, squirrel, black-tipped guards for sorrow was one, two, many. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Murray Bird<\/strong> lives in Edinburgh and studied creative writing with the Open University in Scotland, gaining a first-class honours degree while home-educating her children. Her poetry has appeared in magazines including Magma, Mslexia <\/em>and Under the Radar<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nevertold I took him for his wildness \u2013 a bite to the back of the neck dead in bed a playful nibble of my bare shoulder for breakfast. He gave me pounding heartbeats, fluttering charms of blue and gold to hold in my palms like wishes then let go. And later, furs […]<\/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-17017","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17017","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=17017"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17017\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17293,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17017\/revisions\/17293"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17017"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17017"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17017"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na bite to the back of the neck
\ndead in bed a playful nibble
\nof my bare shoulder for breakfast.<\/p>\n
\nfluttering charms of blue and gold
\nto hold in my palms like wishes
\nthen let go. And later, furs \u2013<\/p>\n
\nand undercoats of lush afternoons.
\nI filleted the freezer and scared men
\nwith a rare smile, but the one<\/p>\n
\nHe is less familiar to me now.<\/p>\n