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Grey Ocean<\/strong><\/p>\n This is the first lie<\/em> A little girl lifts the moon out of her silk purse On the lips of light lies her lemon yellow seed Whose flowers are these? She surfaces above In the city ash and apple-cores erupt into cars I see her young in a summer garden. Weeping Fully under the full moon and in the apricot tree <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Charlie Baylis<\/strong>\u00a0 lives and works in Nottingham. His poetry and short stories have most recently appeared in SAW<\/em> magazine and The Delinquent<\/em>. He spends most of his spare time slightly adrift of reality He blogs, sporadically, here: theimportanceofbeingaloof.tumblr.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Grey Ocean This is the first lie The second follows A little girl lifts the moon out of her silk purse Light jumps down on fields of wild strawberries Dancing once more to the ringing wind and rain On the lips of light lies her lemon yellow seed I see it scull by from […]<\/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-6040","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6040","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=6040"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6040\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6043,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6040\/revisions\/6043"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6040"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6040"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6040"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n The second follows<\/em><\/p>\n
\nLight jumps down on fields of wild strawberries
\nDancing once more to the ringing wind and rain<\/p>\n
\nI see it scull by from my seaside seat. Bathe
\nBeside her, the cloud colouring the ocean grey<\/p>\n
\nHer voice shimmers over the waves\u2019 violins
\nHer eyes bloom gangrenous aches on the fjord<\/p>\n
\nSvelte nylon spikes move as liquid, exhausted,
\nLost. Her sleeping limbs spread a navy smile<\/p>\n
\nWhere a sad child ate an orange, her lashes blue
\nAnd blue too the evening\u2019s low glow. I loved her<\/p>\n
\nBut as my mouth slams shut stuck on the 19th lie
\nShe falls from my mind like confetti to the floor.<\/p>\n