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November<\/strong><\/p>\n Your hair thick as mooring rope \u2013 pulled your body close, on the spider-silk threads the oak and horse chestnut like old women with rosaries Atlantic squall, we pressed arms and faces set with cold bruised us through our clothes through the blackthorn hedge could know what passed, beyond beyond the redwing\u2019s whistling in the copse, light-footed as snow.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Alexandra Strnad<\/strong> read English at the University of Cambridge, and graduated with Distinction from the Master’s in Creative Writing programme at the University of Oxford.\u00a0 In 2014, Alexandra won the Jane Martin Poetry Prize. Her poetry has been published in a range of journals and anthologies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" November Your hair thick as mooring rope \u2013 I wound it round my hand pulled your body close, walking kept us warm on the spider-silk threads of a ploughed field the oak and horse chestnut compassed their last leaves \u2013 like old women with rosaries sending hail Marys to a stern […]<\/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-11667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11667","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=11667"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11667\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11669,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11667\/revisions\/11669"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI wound it round my hand<\/p>\n
\nwalking kept us warm<\/p>\n
\nof a ploughed field<\/p>\n
\ncompassed their last leaves \u2013<\/p>\n
\nsending hail Marys to a stern<\/p>\n
\nagainst the broken gate<\/p>\n
\nas autumn\u2019s last frontier<\/p>\n
\nand nobody could see<\/p>\n
\nfrom our path, so nobody<\/p>\n
\nthe lake soon to be eaten by ice<\/p>\n
\ncall, the herd of fallow deer<\/p>\n