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Don\u2019t Blame Eve<\/strong> Dance with me on a tin-roof No, Anywhere the Fee-Fie-Foe comes, you are else- Don\u2019t blame me.<\/p>\n Somoene<\/em> must stay, Flirt with him in our garden Deliver us to Evil.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Zoe Broome<\/strong> published her first collection Back To Yesterday<\/i> in May 2016 and it\u2019s available from Amazon. She finished Milwordy<\/em> in May 2018 and is writing at a slower pace these days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Don\u2019t Blame Eve \u00a0 I know that a storm is due. Dance with me on a tin-roof while you wait for him to grab you, snatch you, toss you like so much skip-rag. No, you won\u2019t wait (although you\u2019re sure you could take him if you wanted). Anywhere the Fee-Fie-Foe comes, you […]<\/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-17178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17178","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=17178"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17179,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17178\/revisions\/17179"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/em>
\nI know that a storm is due.<\/p>\n
\nwhile you wait for him
\nto grab you, snatch you, toss you
\nlike so much skip-rag.<\/p>\n
\nyou <\/em>won\u2019t wait
\n(although you\u2019re sure
\nyou could take him
\nif you wanted).<\/p>\n
\nwhere, crouched under branches at the gard-edge, crunching cores
\n\u2018til they lodge, thick as pistols, in your throat.<\/p>\n
\nawait the Black Beard Brute
\nwhose horns scalp skin at angles.<\/p>\n
\nwhere scorched puddles splash patio slabs.<\/p>\n