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Apollo<\/strong><\/p>\n In the leaner times it was In the fatter times, And in the leanest times <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ashleigh Davies<\/strong> is a graduate of Cardiff Metropolitan University. His poetry has appeared in Envoi, The New Welsh Reader <\/em>and Poetry Wales<\/em> among other publications. Follow him on Twitter @ashleighrdavies<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Apollo In the leaner times it was a bread and butter supper, slaked with milk, perhaps on the cusp of the turn, the tang fizzing on the tongue-tip. In the fatter times, beef and dripping, the latter glossy, chalk-white and viscous as tart emulsion, the beef crumbling to scuttle dregs. And in […]<\/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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19658","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19658","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=19658"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19658\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19661,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19658\/revisions\/19661"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na bread and butter supper,
\nslaked with milk, perhaps
\non the cusp of the turn,
\nthe tang fizzing on the tongue-tip.<\/p>\n
\nbeef and dripping, the latter
\nglossy, chalk-white and viscous
\nas tart emulsion,
\nthe beef crumbling to scuttle dregs.<\/p>\n
\nwe fed on the hot lick
\nof blunted candlelight,
\neven then there was always fire;
\nmy father, Apollo, throat a lyre.<\/p>\n