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A Mobile for Katie<\/strong><\/p>\n When you were little, before you had a room <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n David Callin<\/strong> lives, if not quite at the back of beyond, certainly within hailing distance of it, in the Celtic archipelago. He has had poems in several magazines, including Other Poetry, Orbis<\/em> and Envoi<\/em>, and online in Snakeskin<\/em> and Antiphon<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Mobile for Katie When you were little, before you had a room of your own, in which to grow cynical, and smart, and sometimes biting, despite the heavy doses we applied of Beatrix Potter, and a whole menagerie of anthropomorphic animals who behaved rather well, however trying they found their circumstances, […]<\/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-7056","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7056","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=7056"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7056\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7060,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7056\/revisions\/7060"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7056"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7056"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7056"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof your own, in which to grow
\ncynical, and smart, and sometimes biting,
\ndespite the heavy doses we applied
\nof Beatrix Potter, and a whole
\nmenagerie of anthropomorphic
\nanimals who behaved rather well,
\nhowever trying they found their circumstances,
\nyour cot was in our room, and we suspended
\na musical mobile above it: rabbits
\nthat we would set a-running if you woke.
\nSometimes I’d stir, and see your mother
\nat your side, in the chiaroscuro
\nof the nightlight, like a Leonardo
\nin muted crayon, smoky pinks and greens:
\nMadonna, child and quattrocento bunnies.<\/p>\n