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Dance<\/strong><\/p>\n Perhaps it came after the unsteady standing, nursery tunes demanding a physical response, Next a girl understands how boys will watch, that soon translate to older boys who suck But the best dance is a solo led by me alone; where I am keys and concerti, bad-ass tunes I weave, fold into the mix with careful strokes, until I am possessed of spirits from dark earth, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Pat Edwards<\/strong> is a poet, teacher, reviewer and performer from Mid Wales. Her work has appeared in Magma, Prole, Ink Sweat & Tears, Atrium<\/em> and others. Pat hosts monthly Verbatim poetry open mic nights and curates Welshpool Poetry Festival.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dance Perhaps it came after the unsteady standing, those first tottering steps into daddy\u2019s arms; nursery tunes demanding a physical response, forcing me to shake and quiver like a wire. Next a girl understands how boys will watch, how there are things we can do with our hips that soon translate […]<\/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-18837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18837","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=18837"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18838,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18837\/revisions\/18838"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthose first tottering steps into daddy\u2019s arms;<\/p>\n
\nforcing me to shake and quiver like a wire.<\/p>\n
\nhow there are things we can do with our hips<\/p>\n
\nour lips for every taste of us and our cycles.<\/p>\n
\nno performance, just a pure out-pouring jig<\/p>\n
\nthat writhe into my skeleton un-choreographed.<\/p>\n
\nthen let go in wild indulgent spinning chaos<\/p>\n
\nbeating out dance steps that no one taught me.<\/p>\n