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Ward D9<\/strong><\/p>\n (For Linda and Helen)<\/em><\/p>\n We are a murmuration of rose-ringed parakeets, Turning our heads sideways to catch each other\u2019s The nurses visit us for our inexplicable laughter and arrived here by escape or accidental release, wisecracking, We did not choose this, me and the other Neither victims or heroines. On this cancer ward we remain, flightless, piratical still hoping for air and spreading our wings. Give us a chip! Turned out nice again!<\/p>\n Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clare Crossman<\/strong> lives outside Cambridge. She has published four collections of poetry with Shoestring Press Nottingham. The most recent being The Blue Hour<\/em> ( 2017) She is working on her next collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ward D9 (For Linda and Helen) We are a murmuration of rose-ringed parakeets, plumed in our floral nightdresses, flashes of colour. Turning our heads sideways to catch each other\u2019s eye, as we rise and fall on our beds unable to keep still. The nurses visit us for our inexplicable laughter and ability […]<\/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-19672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19672","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=19672"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19925,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19672\/revisions\/19925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nplumed in our floral nightdresses, flashes of colour.<\/p>\n
\neye, as we rise and fall on our beds unable to keep still.<\/p>\n
\nand ability to talk. Having taken the swoop,<\/p>\n
\nwe are still on the loose: perching,<\/p>\n
\nfrom a source not quite understood.<\/p>\n
\ntwo women who delight in answering back.<\/p>\n
\nbetween the sheet changing and the drips,<\/p>\n
\nlook down from the windows, shameless<\/p>\n
\nFrom deep in our feathers we mutter:<\/p>\n