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Aubade<\/strong><\/p>\n Let the room be still tonight, And let clocks be still tonight, There have been ghosts enough, Let all the years that weigh Then let dawn be slow <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Neil Young<\/strong> hails from Belfast and now lives in Stonehaven, north-east Scotland, where he is co-founder of The Poets\u2019 Republic\u00a0 magazine.\u00a0 Neil\u2019s first collection, Lagan Voices,<\/em> a Belfast memoir, was published by Scryfa in 2009. A booklet of sonnets, The Parting Glass,<\/em> is\u00a0 out now from Tapsalteerie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Aubade Let the room be still tonight, dim the street and bedside light, chase the hallway shadows out so nothing can come near. Compose the darkness here, let it frame the furniture, make it like a dye that bathes the ceiling and the floor. And let clocks be still tonight, fasten the […]<\/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-10858","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10858","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=10858"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10858\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10861,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10858\/revisions\/10861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10858"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10858"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10858"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndim the street and bedside light,
\nchase the hallway shadows out
\nso nothing can come near.
\nCompose the darkness here,
\nlet it frame the furniture,
\nmake it like a dye
\nthat bathes the ceiling and the floor.<\/p>\n
\nfasten the windows tight
\nagainst all stray,
\nintruding memories,<\/p>\n
\nbetrayals, fear and guilt
\nso let them now retreat
\nand this bedevilled quilt
\nenfold a sleep
\nuntroubled by a single breath.<\/p>\n
\nupon this hour be still
\nand not an echo
\nbreach the confines of the street.<\/p>\n
\nso nothing brings alarm,
\nlet nothing stir a crease
\nacross the pillow\u2019s calm.<\/p>\n