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One More Frost<\/strong><\/p>\n In this final winter, A card for Christmas, Our neighbours we know <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Geoffrey Heptonstall<\/strong> contributed to previous editions in 2012 and 2013. He is a poetry reviewer for The London Magazine, and writes regular commentaries on politics and culture for Open Democracy. Recent creative work includes work with several fringe theatre companies, as well as a regular stock of poetry, fiction and essays.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One More Frost In this final winter, home to a vacant house in mourning style, with ice on the sale sign. unlit, but heated by neighbourly care, still it is voiceless. A card for Christmas, fallen on the floor, postmark from Pennsville: a cousin, not too close, who has yet to hear […]<\/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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10440","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=10440"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10440\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10443,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10440\/revisions\/10443"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhome to a vacant house
\nin mourning style,
\nwith ice on the sale sign.
\nunlit, but heated
\nby neighbourly care,
\nstill it is voiceless.<\/p>\n
\nfallen on the floor,
\npostmark from Pennsville:
\na cousin, not too close,
\nwho has yet to hear
\nthe slow march of long men
\nsounding in the night.<\/p>\n
\nand the fields are familiar.
\nbut I name my navigators
\namong the departed.
\nThe distance taken \u2013
\nmeasureless in miles \u2013
\nis nothing against the dust.<\/p>\n