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Presence of Mind<\/strong><\/p>\n After Magritte Did they trust your trinity? In the When they let you out to roam the streets, From the book depository window, a view: <\/p>\n <\/span>Born in 1963 in West Hartlepool, England, Martin Malone<\/strong> now teaches in Wiltshire. A winner of the 2011 Straid Poetry Award and Wivenhoe Poetry Competition and the 2012 Mirehouse Poetry Competition, his first full collection – The Waiting Hillside<\/em><\/a>– is published by Templar Poetry.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Presence of Mind After Magritte You always were the patsy, heavy-lidded, fish-mouthed: an outsider on his perch. Falconmanfish, quicksilver of scale, sharp of suit and tail feather. Did they trust your trinity? In the zoo you were loved and triple-fed. The school trips, coach-loads and family groups; gawping at your indecision. When they […]<\/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-4103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4103","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=4103"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4105,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4103\/revisions\/4105"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\n<\/span>You always were the patsy, heavy-lidded,
\nfish-mouthed: an outsider on his perch.
\nFalconmanfish, quicksilver of scale,
\nsharp of suit and tail feather.<\/p>\n
\nzoo you were loved and triple-fed.
\nThe school trips, coach-loads and family
\ngroups; gawping at your indecision.<\/p>\n
\nat what crossroads were you given a genus<\/em>?
\nWalk\/Don\u2019t Walk, Fly\/Don\u2019t Fly, Swim.
\nYour unique agony of choice.<\/p>\n
\nthe river, a street and vault of sky.
\nMy god, they\u2019ve shot the President!
\n<\/em>The knoll\u2019s talon, fin and thin black tie.<\/p>\n