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Boarding<\/strong><\/p>\n In her nineties she begins to daydream of the residents\u2019 lounge. Standing, of what she thinks are oystercatchers cramming food and squabbling. She walks on the breakwater, and she flicks one upright tea. \u00a0She tosses bread into the sky skimming through the corridor towards her. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Boarding In her nineties she begins to daydream shrugging off the rug and velcroed slippers to dig her toes in the tumbled strandline of the residents\u2019 lounge. Standing, she watches while the morning swishes up around her, noisy with the squawk of what she thinks are oystercatchers dressed in black and white […]<\/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-4881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4881","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=4881"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4883,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4881\/revisions\/4883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nshrugging off the rug and velcroed slippers
\nto dig her toes in the tumbled strandline<\/p>\n
\nshe watches while the morning swishes up
\naround her, noisy with the squawk<\/p>\n
\ndressed in black and white
\nand the long-stretched necks of gannets<\/p>\n
\nto the water’s edge where clothes are piled
\nin heaps. \u00a0Here are boards, leaning<\/p>\n
\nwith a practised foot, drags it down the beach
\nto deeper water. The sand’s the shade of early morning<\/p>\n
\nto get a feeling for the breeze, manoeuvres
\nso the sail is downwind of the nurses<\/p>\n
\nSurf’s high. \u00a0She heaves her stern-ward hand
\nhard against the boom to pull away.<\/p>\n
\nRosemary Badcoe<\/strong> walks the moors and argues about the nature of consciousness. \u00a0She has been published in various magazines and anthologies, most recently Fourteen Magazine <\/em>and Other Poetry.<\/em> \u00a0She is editor of the online poetry magazine Antiphon<\/em>\u00a0<\/a> and moderator of the poetry forum Poets\u2019 Graves.<\/p>\n