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Undone<\/strong><\/p>\n Unwrapped and warm again, <\/p>\n Wendy Pratt<\/strong> has a pamphlet, Nan Hardwicke Turns into a Hare,<\/em> and a full collection, Museum Pieces,<\/em> with Prolebooks <\/a>and a new pamphlet, Lapstrake<\/em>, with Flarestack Poets.<\/a> She lives and works in North Yorkshire and is currently completing an MA at MMU.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Undone Unwrapped and warm again, laid still, but sleeping still; pulled up through the bulbs and windmills and worms and wood. Us, warped open on the seam. Love thickening along the wound. Time pulled backwards; an unruly child of years and hours and minutes, straining at the reins. The day with it\u2019s blue sky […]<\/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":[139,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9689","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9689","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=9689"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9689\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23788,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9689\/revisions\/23788"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9689"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9689"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9689"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlaid still, but sleeping still;
\npulled up through the bulbs
\nand windmills and worms
\nand wood. Us, warped open
\non the seam. Love thickening
\nalong the wound. Time pulled
\nbackwards; an unruly child
\nof years and hours and minutes,
\nstraining at the reins. The day
\nwith it\u2019s blue sky smiling down
\non our smiles, instead. Good news
\nat the very last scan, the perfect day,
\nher death undone.<\/p>\n