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Watching Tai Chi in the Park in December<\/strong><\/p>\n She casts her spells Look down. lured by the festive glow caught up in a honeytrap You both come here but only her hands Stop. Don\u2019t leave me. Stay. and you must be content to balance the books. her pretend envelopes written in breath, posts them nowhere. when to let slide, when to push, let slip, all the open doors, kick them shut. She turns leaves you behind chasing its tail as her own body relaxes of the fall of summer, gently moving emptiness <\/p>\n Joanne Key<\/strong> lives in Cheshire where she writes poetry and\u00a0short fiction. Her poems have appeared in various places, online and in print. She won 2nd prize in the 2014 National Poetry Competition.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Watching Tai Chi in the Park in December She casts her spells under weeping trees. Look down. You landed here by chance, lured by the festive glow of a ruined bandstand, caught up in a honeytrap of peeling paint and decay. You both come here to comb the air for ghosts, but only her […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9916","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9916"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9988,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9916\/revisions\/9988"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nunder weeping trees.<\/p>\n
\nYou landed here by chance,<\/p>\n
\nof a ruined bandstand,<\/p>\n
\nof peeling paint and decay.<\/p>\n
\nto comb the air for ghosts,<\/p>\n
\nhave learnt to say,<\/p>\n
\nChristmas creeps in<\/p>\n
\nwith nature\u2019s way<\/p>\n
\nWatch how she fills<\/p>\n
\nwith love letters<\/p>\n
\nthen slits the air,<\/p>\n
\nHer body knows instinctively<\/p>\n
\nwhen to side step,<\/p>\n
\nand when to line up<\/p>\n
\nin order to gently<\/p>\n
\nthe key, locks you out,<\/p>\n
\nwith your black dog<\/p>\n
\nand the crying babies,<\/p>\n
\nback into the glory<\/p>\n
\nthe slowing spin,<\/p>\n
\nfrom one place to another.<\/p>\n