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The Devil Makes Work<\/strong><\/p>\n The bouncing bomb Superball Sap bubbled from the break Later, prising a second leaf I returned, again and again, I remembered this on a hot <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Derek Adams<\/strong> is a professional photographer. He has an MA from Goldsmiths in Creative and Life Writing, and has published three poetry collections Postcards from Olympus<\/em>, Everyday Objects, Chance Remarks<\/em> and unconcerned but not indifferent: the life of Man Ray<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chicken was Golden<\/strong><\/p>\n There is order here\u2028 between laminate Prepare for the sacrifice and It\u2019s homemade everything.<\/p>\n But this home has settled Lights are never still to a table of nine clucking tongues and party hats now down to one\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0solitary mother Julie Maclean <\/strong>\u2019<\/em>s third collection Kiss of the Viking<\/em> (Poetry Salzburg) was published in 2014. As joint winner of the Geoff Stevens Poetry Prize, (Indigo Dreams Publishing), When I Saw Jimi<\/em> was published in 2013. Her work appears in places like Poetry<\/em> (Chicago) and The Best Australian Poetry<\/em> (UQP). www.juliemacleanwriter.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Devil Makes Work The bouncing bomb Superball missed the enemy Action Man, the day after Boxing Day, to snap a scarlet leaf from Mum\u2019s poinsettia. Sap bubbled from the break white as PVA adhesive. Hiding the leaf, I wiped away the evidence, nobody noticed. Later, prising a second leaf from the […]<\/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":[48],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-twelve-days-of-christmas-2015"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9860","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=9860"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23848,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9860\/revisions\/23848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmissed the enemy Action Man,
\nthe day after Boxing Day, to snap
\na scarlet leaf from Mum\u2019s poinsettia.<\/p>\n
\nwhite as PVA adhesive.
\nHiding the leaf, I wiped away
\nthe evidence, nobody noticed.<\/p>\n
\nfrom the plant, to check I\u2019d seen
\nwhat I\u2019d seen, to see once more
\nits milk white tear appear.<\/p>\n
\ntook a penknife to the stalk,
\nwatched fascinated
\nas the tiny drops welled out.<\/p>\n
\nAugust night, years later,
\nthe first time I drew a red line
\nacross my arm with a Stanley knife.<\/p>\n
\nand wood veneer\u2028\u2028 knots in the heart
\nwinding out in this
\ntheatre of roasting pans.<\/p>\n
\nin the depth of field
\nacres of embroidered cloth
\nto keep us pure.<\/p>\n
\nin an unsettled place.<\/p>\n
\nbut flick the switch<\/p>\n
\nclicking knives and forks<\/p>\n
\n-ghosts from my past,<\/p>\n
\nplus the empty chair
\nof my never returned nor forgiven.<\/p>\n