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What’s the Time, Mister Wolf?<\/strong> one night, at the Lime guarded by the Pith court deftly tightroped by the sherbet lake Hooded in midnight a black liquorice and he ate all of <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Grant Tarbard<\/strong> has worked as a computer games journalist, a contributor to football fanzines, an editor, a reviewer and an interviewer. He is now the editor of The Screech Owl.<\/em> His work can be seen in such magazines as The Rialto, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Bone Orchard Poetry, The Journal, Southlight, Sarasvati, Earth Love, Mood Swing, Puff Puff Prose Poetry & Prose, Postcards Poetry and Prose, Playerist 2, Lake City Lights, The Open Mouse, Miracle, Poetry Cornwall, I-70, South Florida Review, Zymbol <\/em>and Decanto.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What’s the Time, Mister Wolf? a short fairy tale one night, at the Lime Tree Palace, foul rascals stormed the Mandarin Gates guarded by the Pith soldiers who were wet with chews, twirling batons. The court deftly tightroped over the Royal Jelly garden, tiptoeing by the sherbet lake to the slip safety […]<\/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-7233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7233","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=7233"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7236,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7233\/revisions\/7236"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na short fairy tale<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTree Palace, foul rascals stormed
\nthe Mandarin Gates<\/p>\n
\nsoldiers who were wet with chews,
\ntwirling batons. The<\/p>\n
\nover the Royal Jelly
\ngarden, tiptoeing<\/p>\n
\nto the slip safety of the
\nexecutioner.<\/p>\n
\ndressed in charcoal liquorice,
\nhe was a stone wolf,<\/p>\n
\nexecutioner, an ore
\nwolf with a kiln heart<\/p>\n
\nthem with a drear howl. Now, all
\nthe stories are told<\/p>\n