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Elizabeth (VIII)<\/strong><\/p>\n If love be rough with you, be rough with love Elizabeth lies helium eyed, oscillating to swan lake, I start her in 757s, as if we framed the motion of moons, her big five fall, but Elizabeth, one last question: what if it’s immaterial? If you appeared above me, as a canary, how could all the love of a tear dropping from my face, my Elizabeth <\/strong><\/p>\n Charlie Baylis<\/strong> lives and works in Nottingham. He reviews poetry for Stride.<\/em> His own creative writing has most recently appeared in Stride, Agave <\/em>and Litro<\/em>, he has been shortlisted for the\u00a0 Bridport Prize (UK)\u00a0 and nominated for a Pushcart Prizes (US)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Elizabeth (VIII) If love be rough with you, be rough with love Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down Shakespeare Elizabeth lies helium eyed, oscillating to swan lake, I start her car, every time a nun passes the old brigade, I hear her name washing like fields in my fingers, […]<\/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-8587","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8587","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=8587"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8587\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8589,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8587\/revisions\/8589"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8587"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8587"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8587"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPrick love for pricking, and you beat love down
\nShakespeare<\/p>\n
\ncar, every time a nun passes the old brigade, I hear her name
\nwashing like fields in my fingers, tripping the luckiest of lords<\/p>\n
\nthe ball she said goodnight, the rippled waves ripple goodnight
\nand under the balcony I was more alone than I’d ever felt<\/p>\n
\n‘If’ was the first word Romeo said to Juliet. It’s IF Elisabeth, if
\nI could dethrone your throne, if I could paint your lips palatine<\/p>\n
\nI stand here with the arctic in view, pounding the trains
\nthat pass by the river’s green, I love you Elizabeth with<\/p>\n
\nmy death will hurt the flowers, your death will hurt the flowers
\nbut what else can we do? No one in this world wants us.<\/p>\n