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Changeling, The<\/p>\n <\/strong><\/p>\n It’s my indifference They worry me back through time I land awkwardly and conceal my wings My mother gives me cake, I look out to the manmade hills I see no human boy trailing their Maybe he had to move away as well.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roddy Williams<\/strong> is originally from North Wales and now lives and works in London. His poetry has recently appeared in The Rialto, Fourteen, South Poetry, Obsessed with Pipework, Smiths Knoll<\/em> and other magazines. He is a keen surrealist photographer and painter.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Changeling, The It’s my indifference That shows the difference. Duty Officers have to chain me to my train seat. I’m reluctant to be bound for home. They worry me back through time and space to the land of slate skies, and the sad child left by the fair folk in exchange for the […]<\/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-3526","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3526","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=3526"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3526\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3528,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3526\/revisions\/3528"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3526"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3526"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3526"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThat shows the difference.
\nDuty Officers have to chain me to my train seat.
\nI’m reluctant to be bound
\nfor home.<\/p>\n
\nand space to the land of slate skies,
\nand the sad child
\nleft by the fair folk
\nin exchange for the real son.<\/p>\n
\nout of respect.
\nThey are visible but not mentioned.<\/p>\n
\nlove and something in the tea
\nthat makes me feel shame.<\/p>\n
\nof waste, imagine a glimpse of
\nmy people flashing faster than flesh
\nthrough twisted trunks.<\/p>\n
\nglinting dust.<\/p>\n