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High Town Crow<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n with eyes as cold as memorial stone,<\/p>\n never missing any sadness, regret,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n capturing my every ex-lover\u2019s name<\/p>\n under your cape of wing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You perch on boarding house roofs<\/p>\n or swagger along my mantelpiece, waiting,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n knowing<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I\u2019ll stuff up, fuck up<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and if beaks could smirk<\/p>\n yours would<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n as I kiss Nicolas and we\u2019re drenched in porchlight<\/p>\n that becomes beautiful –<\/p>\n he\u2019s unzipping his skin, offering me his heart<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and High Town Crow twitches,<\/p>\n tenses, my dark sky undertaker<\/p>\n <\/p>\n checks reflection in the wet of my lips,<\/p>\n prepares to feed on remains.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n High Town Crow, my mistakes<\/p>\n are the psalms you offer to the squall,<\/p>\n squawking into hungry wind<\/p>\n <\/p>\n as we feast on croissant, smile into a wretched Lambrini<\/p>\n but this time I swear it will be different,<\/p>\n <\/p>\n we\u2019ll walk the blazing avenues<\/p>\n and you\u2019ll have lost interest, be gone<\/p>\n <\/p>\n High Town Crow, gone<\/p>\n to spy and gloat on others<\/p>\n <\/p>\n who fall away<\/p>\n under your chilly longitudes and latitudes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Simon French<\/strong> lives in Derby. He has a First Class Honours Degree in Creative Writing and has had poetry published in various magazines including The London Magazine, Ambit, Stand<\/em> and The Rialto. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" High Town Crow with eyes as cold as memorial stone, never missing any sadness, regret, capturing my every ex-lover\u2019s name under your cape of wing. You perch on boarding house roofs or swagger along my mantelpiece, waiting, knowing I\u2019ll stuff up, fuck up and if beaks […]<\/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-9184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9184","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=9184"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9185,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9184\/revisions\/9185"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}