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The Rape of Diana<\/strong><\/p>\n headline: The Daily Telegraph, 21st July 1969<\/span><\/p>\n It was the way she swayed It was how she hypnotised with It was the way she flaunted They branded their boot marks and still she rises<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lesley Ingram<\/strong>\u2019s first collection Scumbled<\/em> (Cinnamon) was published in 2015. Her poems have appeared online and in printed journals & anthologies since 2010. She lives in Herefordshire, and is currently working on her second collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Rape of Diana headline: The Daily Telegraph, 21st July 1969 It was the way she swayed they said, the come on, the dare. It was how she hypnotised with that slow blink of her stare. It was the way she flaunted her distance, divinity, her own definition of eternity. Her cool, […]<\/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-19531","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19531","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=19531"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19531\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19532,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19531\/revisions\/19532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19531"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19531"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthey said, the come on,
\nthe dare.<\/p>\n
\nthat slow blink
\nof her stare.<\/p>\n
\nher distance, divinity, her own
\ndefinition of eternity.
\nHer cool, all-or-nothing, pull.<\/p>\n
\nin the dust of her skin, rubbed
\nher face in the proof of a pin,
\nwent back in gangs, again and
\nagain – laid claim, laid her bare.
\nThey shrunk her, squared her,
\nelectrified her glow, drained her
\nworld to monochrome<\/p>\n