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Ursus Maritimus<\/strong><\/p>\n Waiting at the junction where I turn left: logical gesture for you to. The glass partition gone, I see you are all hair distract me from snare-eyed suffering. we’d wag our heads and go \u2013 run free, gallop as swift horses do stretching far, a voyage to play at us until I was beneath you, head, crush at fat and brittle shell, gorge on cerise slush. the ice screen between us. I imagine your big hands pawing <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rachael Smart<\/strong> is a social worker from Nottingham with a thing about words. Her short fiction and poetry has appeared in various publications including LITRO, Ariadne’s Thread<\/em> and Prole<\/em>. Rachael recently co-edited My Baby Shot Me Down<\/em>,<\/a> a women’s anthology which features ten new writer’s work, including some of her own.\u00a0 smartrachael.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ursus Maritimus Waiting at the junction where I turn left: logical and you turn right: creative, I take down my guard gesture for you to. The glass partition gone, I see you are all nose, the whites of your winter fleece and Northern hair distract me from snare-eyed suffering. If we weren\u2019t caged […]<\/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-8055","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8055","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=8055"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8055\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8057,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8055\/revisions\/8057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand you turn right: creative, I take down my guard<\/p>\n
\nnose, the whites of your winter fleece and Northern<\/p>\n
\nIf we weren\u2019t caged at a red light hiatus<\/p>\n
\nacross sugared snow, finger the glacial, part the silver waters<\/p>\n
\nOrion over you. We\u2019d kill her; the seal, bite off her slick<\/p>\n
\nThe traffic lights spark green and our eyes converge,<\/p>\n
\nthe steering wheel on the A52 towards home.<\/p>\n