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Unrequited<\/strong><\/p>\n It was February, a leap year. Before this, I spent the autumn And when at last winter came, Now nothing grows<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Alexandra O’Toole<\/strong>‘s poetry has appeared in various magazines online and in print. She has an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University and her first novel is currently being considered by agents. Find her at @otoolealexandra on Twitter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Unrequited It was February, a leap year. I was heart sore. Garnering strength in the lengthening of days. Before this, I spent the autumn holed up in my old room watching woodpigeons court like kings and queens, listening to him laugh through paper walls. And when at last winter came, heart and bone […]<\/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-7103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7103","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=7103"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7106,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7103\/revisions\/7106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI was heart sore.
\nGarnering strength
\nin the lengthening of days.<\/p>\n
\nholed up in my old room
\nwatching woodpigeons court
\nlike kings and queens,
\nlistening to him laugh
\nthrough paper walls.<\/p>\n
\nheart and bone
\nnumbed like earth,
\nI took hold of myself and
\npulled him out at the root.<\/p>\n