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Already it Has Risen<\/strong><\/p>\n The sun has already risen. Nestling its shape quite solid on the floor, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clive Donovan<\/strong> is a full-time writer of poetry living in the creative atmosphere of Totnes in Devon. He has had many pieces published [including on Ink Sweat and Tears<\/em>] but has yet to make a first full collection.<\/p>\n Note: A version of this poem appeared in Orbis Magazine #172 August 2015<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Already it Has Risen The sun has already risen. It slashes merciless rays, Spreading vitamin D and radiation equally. The paint on the front door peels Under its ferocious examination. It pours through the keyhole Easy as milk. Nestling its shape quite solid on the floor, Its onslaught over, it marks a […]<\/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-10502","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10502","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=10502"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10502\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10504,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10502\/revisions\/10504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10502"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10502"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10502"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt slashes merciless rays,
\nSpreading vitamin D and radiation equally.
\nThe paint on the front door peels
\nUnder its ferocious examination.
\nIt pours through the keyhole
\nEasy as milk.<\/p>\n
\nIts onslaught over, it marks a question;
\nIts position and shape ever shifting slightly,
\nBut laying the same question each cloudless day.
\nThen the cat pats the intangible spot
\n\u2013 Golden like butter! \u2013 And jumps!
\nAs a tumble of letters lands.<\/p>\n