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My Two Fathers<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n When my father removes his skin He wants nothing more The stone father is anchored The stone father holds the television control, <\/p>\n Helen Ivory\u2019s<\/strong> fourth Bloodaxe collection Waiting for Bluebeard <\/a><\/em>is out now.\u00a0She is also an artist, teaches for the Poetry School, for the Arvon Foundation, is a Poetry Society ‘Surgeon<\/a>‘ and\u00a0 an editor for The Poetry Archive.\u00a0 My Two Fathers<\/em> is taken from Waiting for Bluebeard<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My Two Fathers When my father removes his skin he steps to one side and tidies the old skin away with a dustpan and brush. He wants nothing more than not to make a spectacle but my mother insists he fill it with stones. The stone father is anchored to the armchair, while […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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-4611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4611","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4611"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4613,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4611\/revisions\/4613"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe steps to one side and tidies
\nthe old skin away with a dustpan and brush.<\/p>\n
\nthan not to make a spectacle
\nbut my mother insists he fill it with stones.<\/p>\n
\nto the armchair, while the other
\ngoes upstairs to his room in a sulk.<\/p>\n
\norchestrates the night\u2019s entertainment.
\nThe other stays asleep like a bear.<\/p>\n