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Arachne<\/p>\n <\/strong>Veiled by lace she sits. Facing September <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Janet Smith<\/strong> is a Yorkshire-born scientist and poet living in Birmingham. Poetry published in Orbis, Abridged<\/em> and other small press publications. Longlisted for Flarestack<\/em> poets 2012 pamphlet competition and the 2012 Hippocrates prize; poems appear in the competition anthologies of both competitions.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Arachne Veiled by lace she sits. Facing September mists, getting fatter by the minute she sits eating mites. Trailing out their insides thinning rapidly into air, visited by the minister she lies. A spinner she weaves, waves of fog curling her belly twice he rings. Twisting a stick round his hands, a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-3354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3354","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=3354"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3356,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3354\/revisions\/3356"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmists, getting fatter by the minute she
\nsits eating mites. Trailing out their insides
\nthinning rapidly into air, visited
\nby the minister she lies. A spinner
\nshe weaves, waves of fog curling her belly
\ntwice he rings. Twisting a stick round his hands,
\na faint wisp of smoke in the air. Cursing
\nshe speaks and putting down her knitting she
\nopens the door. Wands of wool tangle her
\nhair \u2013 nets full of birds \u2013 webs full of words
\nnesting under the thatch reaching for air.<\/p>\n