It came right down to the wire this time but Rebecca Sandeman’s ‘Epoch’ edged home to be the Pick of the Month for July 2018. This ‘powerful’ ’empathetic’ poem moved voters and marked Rebecca, in her words ‘usually a fiction writer’, as one to watch in poetry.<\/p>\n
Rebecca is a PhD student at the University of Sheffield and Events Organiser for a lawyers firm. She is editor at @CicatriceJournal and her work has appeared in Route 57<\/i>, Edinburgh Inkwell<\/i>, Llady<\/i> and Prole<\/i>.<\/p>\n
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Epoch<\/strong><\/p>\n And I can\u2019t I step in it Conduit Road is more I\u2019m sorry that I break It\u2019s an unfortunate side effect And you, offering orgasms I tell you I\u2019ve got cold feet I say I don\u2019t want (Which they are)<\/p>\n And then We turn off the light which you have blow-dried and we kiss in the dark my tongue tells your teeth <\/p>\n *********<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Voters comments included:<\/p>\n It moved me, to a better place <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Amazing poem, loved the bit about the socks<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Truly powerful words, spoken with a knowledge of great breadth. I\u2019ll keep my eye on this poet. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n It provides insight into the feelings of others when ill health is prevailing and encourages the reader to be empathetic. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Talented, creative and truly spoken. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The simple little gestures of love made me cry! Astonishing work. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n A classy writer who has style and clout <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n I just adore her <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Sad socks and a pervading rawness – I like this.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n A powerful depiction of conflicting emotions in a period of someone’s life. I can relate to this.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n … she is such an inspirational person and so talented in her artform<\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It came right down to the wire this time but Rebecca Sandeman’s ‘Epoch’ edged home to be the Pick of the Month for July 2018. This ‘powerful’ ’empathetic’ poem moved voters and marked Rebecca, in her words ‘usually a fiction writer’, as one to watch in poetry. Rebecca is a PhD student at the University […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17332","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17332"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17349,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17332\/revisions\/17349"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncan\u2019t
\ndo the 7:45 wetness
\non the bathroom floor
\nanymore<\/p>\n
\nAnd my socks
\nare sad on the way to work.<\/p>\n
\nmiserable
\nhaving items which
\nweep unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
\nonce
\nevery 28 days.<\/p>\n
\nof pins in your arm
\nand love.<\/p>\n
\nyou<\/strong>
\nTell me everything\u2019s
\ngoing to be okay
\nin a voice I abhor<\/p>\n
\nand cups of tea,
\nto talk me down
\nfrom the ledge.<\/p>\n
\nAnd that I miss
\nmy Waitrose deliveries.<\/p>\n
\nyou to touch me
\nand that your family
\nare annoying.<\/p>\n
\nAnd then<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nWith our
\nnew clean bed sheet<\/p>\n
\nalong with my knickers
\nfor work<\/p>\n
\nfor hours<\/p>\n
\nhow much of a fool
\nI am.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n