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Re-wilding<\/strong> Wilderness is When I was born The holly wears her seeds on her head <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n H\u00e9l\u00e8ne Demetriades<\/strong>\u00a0 studied English at Leeds University, went to drama school and worked as an actor.\u00a0 Later she trained as a transpersonal psychotherapist.\u00a0 She has had poems published in Reach Poetry, Sarasvati and Dawntreader<\/em> magazines, (Indigo Dreams Publishing), Anima Magazine <\/em>and the Play<\/em> anthology, (from the editors of the Broadsheet). Online in Clear Poetry, Ink Sweat and Tears, Eunoia Literary Review <\/em>and Allegro Poetry.<\/em>\u00a0 She lives in South Devon with her family.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Re-wilding \u00a0 The red beaded holly tree squats in mud blood fresh against bright Dartmoor blue eyeing me Wilderness is girthing her When I was born I lacked her stature I slipped my footing and fell eyes first into the lonely heart of my flame-haired mother The holly wears her seeds […]<\/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-17830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17830","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=17830"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17831,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17830\/revisions\/17831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u00a0<\/strong>
\nThe red beaded holly tree
\nsquats in mud
\nblood fresh
\nagainst bright Dartmoor blue
\neyeing me<\/p>\n
\ngirthing her<\/p>\n
\nI lacked her stature
\nI slipped my footing
\nand fell eyes first
\ninto the lonely heart
\nof my flame-haired mother<\/p>\n
\nmine are buried deep
\nbut I flower just the same<\/p>\n