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What I\u2019ll Do Then<\/strong><\/p>\n I’ll hold a buttercup under her chin, And then I\u2019ll leave her there and head <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kevin Acott<\/strong> is a lecturer, amateur photographer and glutton for punishment who supports Spurs, loves Trieste, eats cheese, listens to Motown and drinks the occasional whiskey. He writes poetry, short stories and film and album reviews at Something About England<\/a><\/p>\n Twitter: @speranza6162<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What I\u2019ll Do Then I’ll hold a buttercup under her chin, pick a dandelion and tell her it means \u2018lion\u2019s teeth\u2019 and we’ll both wonder how clever and sweet I am as we blow our clocks into the wind. Time will stop, the stream will twinkle more purely, I think, than now, the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-5913","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5913","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=5913"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5913\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5915,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5913\/revisions\/5915"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5913"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5913"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5913"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\npick a dandelion and tell her it means
\n\u2018lion\u2019s teeth\u2019 and we’ll both wonder
\nhow clever and sweet I am
\nas we blow our clocks into the wind.
\nTime will stop, the stream will twinkle
\nmore purely, I think, than now,
\nthe fields will offer golds and yellows
\nand the sun will seem a little less harsh
\nthan it does: rather more forgiving.
\nA middle-aged couple will walk past
\nand we\u2019ll make up names for them,
\nwrite snide biographies for them,
\nwhisper and giggle contemptuously
\nabout their mad hats and extreme age.
\nThe day will slowly yawn to an end
\nand I\u2019ll lean across and kiss her \u2013
\nRachel her name will be, or Amy,
\nit won\u2019t matter at all \u2013 and we\u2019ll feel
\nsmug with love and share a cigarette.<\/p>\n
\nback down the hill, back down
\ninto a town that will keep kissing me,
\nkeep holding me too tight,
\nkeep making me promises forever.<\/p>\n