{"id":707,"date":"2010-06-12T09:03:25","date_gmt":"2010-06-12T09:03:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=707"},"modified":"2010-06-12T09:03:25","modified_gmt":"2010-06-12T09:03:25","slug":"rebecca-king-bids-a-fond-farewell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rebecca-king-bids-a-fond-farewell\/","title":{"rendered":"Rebecca King bids a fond farewell"},"content":{"rendered":"


The Fond Farewell.<\/span>


The hour marches on defiantly,<\/span>
like a small child, stamping.<\/span>
She shows me into her<\/span>
parlour.  What a time beaten <\/span>
name for a room.<\/span>

The air is thick with emptiness. <\/span>
I have to swim my way through<\/span>
and I wash up next to my father<\/span>
in his Sunday Best.<\/span>

His skin is diaphanous, Lunaria<\/span>
annua.  Sweet honesty is his way.<\/span>
What does one say to a corpse?<\/span>
I lean and kiss his cheekbone.<\/span>
Chilled, clean and crisp<\/span>

golden delicious.  His face looks<\/span>
pinched, his body smaller and it<\/span>
laughs up at me as I stare.<\/span>
Wearing the suit of a bigger man.<\/span>


Soupy air, heavy with years of lies.<\/span>
I try to leave him, but the dichotomy<\/span>
of love pulls me back.  Stealthily<\/span>
I lift the lapel and leave him<\/span>
smokes for his journey.<\/span>


* Rebecca King<\/span> lives in Norwich with her partner Andrew and her two youngest children, where she endeavours to write her first novel.<\/span>

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