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The Walking Woman<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s fog-haze and halogen orange out. She\u2019s not ashamed. She\u2019s stoic with She stomps the sluggish suburban dawn. She sneers in windows framing tiny tears Prodding at clods of dog shit with toes <\/p>\n Holly Magill<\/strong> lives in Worcestershire. She has had poems published in Message In A Bottle, FTW: Poets Against ATOS, The SHOp<\/em> and Crannog.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Walking Woman It\u2019s fog-haze and halogen orange out. Casting her skin more greys than fifty. Illusion: the real illusion is it\u2019s not one. Daylight slubs her palette the same. She\u2019s not ashamed. She\u2019s stoic with her shopping trolley. She\u2019s peaceful in piss-reek bus shelters and practical with scavenger-wiles and skip-tippings. She […]<\/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-5917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5917","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=5917"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5917\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5919,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5917\/revisions\/5919"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nCasting her skin more greys than fifty.
\nIllusion: the real illusion is it\u2019s not one.
\nDaylight slubs her palette the same.<\/p>\n
\nher shopping trolley. She\u2019s peaceful
\nin piss-reek bus shelters and practical
\nwith scavenger-wiles and skip-tippings.<\/p>\n
\nPebble-dash semis, slumped bungalows,
\nUPVC and hungover postmen. Families
\nbickering. Someone being sick in an alley.<\/p>\n
\nand toast. Mummies scraping desperate
\nknives at burnt bread. (Pathetic, she huffs:
\nwho are these women?) She plods ever on.<\/p>\n
\nof her cloggish brown shoes. She hawks
\nphlegm-splat frogspawn, gobbet-y dew
\nin the privet hedge outside your house.<\/p>\n