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    [post_content] => We've left sloe-picking late.
Now white yeast clouds
the surface of their bruised moons.

I wasn't there when she needed me;
a difficult birth,
that led her to the edge.

And now she rolls her eyes
as my clumsy hands knock
and scatter sloes onto the grass,

and when we have filled
each stale box and creaking basket,
and cannot manage the weight

of each other's silence, we leave
Black Down and its crumbling path
that fools us into reaching out.
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            [content] => Hannah Brockbank is joint winner of the 2016 Kate Betts Award. Publications featuring her work include Hallelujah for 50ft Women Anthology (Bloodaxe), A Way through the Woods Anthology (Binsted Arts), Full Moon & Foxglove Anthology (Three Drops Press), The London Magazine, Envoi, Sarasvati, Atrium, Procreate MAMA, When Women Waken Journal, Bonnie’s Crew (in aid of Leeds Congenital Hearts Unit), and Words for the Wild. Her poems also featured in the Chalk Poets Anthology as part of the 2016 Winchester Poetry Festival. She has poems on permanent exhibit at the Museum of Motherhood (M.O.M.), Florida, U.S.A. She has written feature essays for Thresholds International Short Story Forum and the Journal of Mother Studies (JourMS). She has featured in articles and interviews in The Poetry Shed, A Restricted View from Under the Hedge, and British Life in Poetry. Her first pamphlet, Bloodlines was published by Indigo Dreams Publishing (2017). She is currently studying for a Ph.D. at the University of Chichester in matrifocal poetry.
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Sloes

Hannah Brockbank

We’ve left sloe-picking late.
Now white yeast clouds
the surface of their bruised moons.

I wasn’t there when she needed me;
a difficult birth,
that led her to the edge.

And now she rolls her eyes
as my clumsy hands knock
and scatter sloes onto the grass,

and when we have filled
each stale box and creaking basket,
and cannot manage the weight

of each other’s silence, we leave
Black Down and its crumbling path
that fools us into reaching out.