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Two Heads<\/strong><\/p>\n On the bus, their backs to me, Her friend wears her hair <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Imogen Forster<\/strong> is a birdwatcher and a translator, mainly of art history, from French, Italian, Spanish and Catalan. She publishes poems on-line and in print magazines including Hark, Lunar Poetry and Lighthouse, and tweets haiku and other shorts as @ForsterImogen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two Heads On the bus, their backs to me, two women, in conversation. One wears a pink head-cloth of glazed cotton, sculpted into stiff satiny petals. A protea, a sunflower, a cousin to dahlias and chrysanthemums. Her friend wears her hair in a smooth black helmet, so fragrant that sitting here I […]<\/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-8404","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8404","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=8404"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8404\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8406,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8404\/revisions\/8406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8404"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8404"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8404"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntwo women, in conversation.
\nOne wears a pink head-cloth
\nof glazed cotton, sculpted
\ninto stiff satiny petals.
\nA protea, a sunflower, a cousin to
\ndahlias and chrysanthemums.<\/p>\n
\nin a smooth black helmet,
\nso fragrant that sitting here
\nI picture the fat bud
\nof her head slowly opening
\nin the hothouse of the bus
\nand blazing into bloom.<\/p>\n