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Displacement<\/strong><\/p>\n I swaddled the bulbs in newspaper Wrapped safely in the blackbird dark The borders are empty, small craters cup <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Colin Bancroft<\/strong> works as an English Lecturer at a College in the North-East. He has previously had poems published in Acumen, Agenda, Ariadne\u2019s Thread, Black Light Engine Room, Broken Wine, Cannon\u2019s Mouth, The Copperfield Review, Elbow Room, LondonGrip, Message in a Bottle, Neon, Rockland <\/em>and ScreechOwl.<\/em> He has also been shortlisted for both the Manchester Bridgewater Prize and the New Holland Press competition.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Displacement I swaddled the bulbs in newspaper And placed them on the shelf to keep them cool Over the winter, out of the frost That this morning spit shined the roof of the shed. Wrapped safely in the blackbird dark They wait for some switch in temperature, Some new angle of light […]<\/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-11393","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11393","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=11393"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11393\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11395,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11393\/revisions\/11395"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11393"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11393"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11393"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd placed them on the shelf to keep them cool
\nOver the winter, out of the frost
\nThat this morning spit shined the roof of the shed.<\/p>\n
\nThey wait for some switch in temperature,
\nSome new angle of light to peel back
\nA memory lost somewhere in their fist of colour.<\/p>\n
\nIn prayer the patch from where they were removed.
\nSparrows scavenge the map blanked shallows,
\nPulling up worms, unthreading a jumper.<\/p>\n