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The Cynical Gondolier<\/strong><\/p>\n Back then he sewed up his Couples nestled on his boat,<\/p>\n lost in each other,<\/p>\n while he saw the bones husbands playing One eye closed.<\/p>\n They would fixate Abstract pictures formed while some clawed, One night, he saw Venus He did not see the queue <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sharon Woodcock<\/strong>‘s poems have been published in anthologies; Sea of Ink (Ink Pantry Publishing) and The Busker (What the Dickens Magazine), and in the online magazines: Kumquat Poetry, Anti-Zine, Message in a Bottle, Ink Sweat and Tears, Atavic Poetry and The Zen Space. She co-edits the webzine and quarterly journal at Word Bohemia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Cynical Gondolier Back then he sewed up his world with an oar. Couples nestled on his boat, lost in each other, while he saw the bones of their lives, glimpses of threadbare wives, husbands playing knight, martyr. One eye closed. They would fixate on eggshells, talk riddles. Abstract pictures formed of […]<\/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-7218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7218","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=7218"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7221,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7218\/revisions\/7221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nworld with an oar.<\/p>\n
\nof their lives, glimpses
\nof threadbare wives,<\/p>\n
\nknight, martyr.<\/p>\n
\non eggshells, talk riddles.<\/p>\n
\nof gigantic looms,
\nthe stitching
\nof marriage vows,<\/p>\n
\none hand
\nin the paper-tray.<\/p>\n
\non a bridge of the River Po.
\nShe spun him into her loom
\nand by the moon\u2019s light
\ndarned threads
\ninto the river bank.<\/p>\n
\nat the river side,
\nor hear the serenade,
\nas she added layer upon layer
\nto their tapestry.<\/p>\n