{"id":80,"date":"2018-11-19T10:09:53","date_gmt":"2018-11-19T10:09:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ncl.ac.uk\/bridges\/?p=80"},"modified":"2018-11-22T12:16:35","modified_gmt":"2018-11-22T12:16:35","slug":"judith-wozniak","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ncl.ac.uk\/bridges\/2018\/11\/19\/judith-wozniak\/","title":{"rendered":"Judith Wozniak"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Photo by Se\u00e1n Kiely<\/p><\/div>\n

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Red In The Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n

I had my outing that day after all. <\/p>\n

The morning sky streaked red.<\/p>\n

We’ll see<\/em> my mother warned.<\/p>\n

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My scarlet ‘Jumping Jodies’\u00a0<\/p>\n

stayed in their box. Daisy patterned,<\/p>\n

soles as pale as sponge cake.<\/p>\n

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Later when I toppled from my bike <\/p>\n

the rusty brake bit into my knee.<\/p>\n

Crimson trickled into my socks.<\/p>\n

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My mother fetched Uncle Arthur <\/p>\n

from next door. He wrapped the gash<\/p>\n

in his clean hanky, like a cowboy scarf.<\/p>\n

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His wife brought me pomegranate cut <\/p>\n

into smiles. Bent back the half moons<\/p>\n

released tiny ruby seeds in my mouth.<\/p>\n

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The kids crowded round me squealing. <\/p>\n

One girl gave me the scarlet smartie<\/p>\n

she was saving for later for lipstick.<\/p>\n

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They slid me along the slippery seat <\/p>\n

of his car. It smelt like my new shoes.<\/p>\n

My mother brushed back my hair.<\/p>\n

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After the stitches he carries me out, <\/p>\n

cradles my head under his prickly chin.<\/p>\n

I pretend he is my father.<\/p>\n

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Judith Wozniak<\/strong> is a retired GP lining in Hampshire. She is currently a student on the MA course at the Poetry School. <\/p>\n

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