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Stubb Road<\/strong> Stubb Road is a pillarbox, Stubb Road is the buds <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sophie Yeomans<\/strong> has only recently started poetry writing seriously, to develop and find her voice. \u00a0She is retired so it\u2019s the ideal time to do this. Her inspiration often comes from the natural world. She has worked for social services and the health service, has been married and has three sons and three grandchildren.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Stubb Road Stubb Road is a snake of clay Enticing me To play in the rustling brown brook; Sticklebacks dawdle, wait to be caught. I lift the jar to watch them. They twist to avoid my giant gaze. When I have eaten them up With staring, I\u2019ll tip them free. Stubb Road is 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-3728","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3728","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=3728"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3730,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3728\/revisions\/3730"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nStubb Road is a snake of clay
\nEnticing me
\nTo play in the rustling brown brook;
\nSticklebacks dawdle, wait to be caught.
\nI lift the jar to watch them.
\nThey twist to avoid my giant gaze.
\nWhen I have eaten them up
\nWith staring,
\nI\u2019ll tip them free.<\/p>\n
\nRed, reassuring, reliable.
\n\u2018Make sure the letters go right down.\u2019
\nMy mother said.
\nShe\u2019d heard of post
\nBeing stolen by people
\nWho reached into the slot.
\nI always pushed my posting hand
\nRight in
\nTill I felt
\nThe hard metal grin
\nMight snap
\nAnd I\u2019d be caught.<\/p>\n
\nFrom lime trees in Edwin\u2019s garden,
\nSweet and green.
\nIt\u2019s where parrots talk
\nFrom their cages
\nOn the house wall
\nAnd where we stalk each other
\nThrough private gardens,
\nOur feet trespassing
\nAmongst the cabbages.<\/p>\n