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Worrisome<\/strong><\/p>\n The lone magpie isn\u2019t worrisome However, the little birds They are worrisome.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Zo\u00eb S\u00eeobhan Howarth-Lowe<\/strong> is a Poet and Mum from Dukinfield. She has an MA in Poetry from Bath Spa University. \u00a0Her work has appeared in Magma, The Lake, Atrium, Picaroon Poetry <\/em>and The Black Light Engine Room<\/em> amongst others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Worrisome The lone magpie isn\u2019t worrisome Sitting on an eave, Beak dipping between wing feathers Intent on preening Not knowing that here, sat alone People passing take him as a symbol for sorrow. However, the little birds Gathered in the frosty trees Sat in their cliques Chirruping,(which is giggling for birds). Tattling […]<\/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-17098","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098","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=17098"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17099,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17098\/revisions\/17099"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17098"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17098"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17098"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSitting on an eave,
\nBeak dipping between wing feathers
\nIntent on preening
\nNot knowing that here, sat alone
\nPeople passing take him as a symbol for sorrow.<\/p>\n
\nGathered in the frosty trees
\nSat in their cliques
\nChirruping,(which is giggling for birds).
\nTattling as if calling names after the lonely magpie.<\/p>\n