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Goldfish on the Coast<\/strong><\/p>\n How close we came to leaving each other It would have been dark by the time I’d have steadied myself on the coast, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Roz Goddard<\/strong> is a poet and short fiction writer. She has published four collections of poetry. She is currently part of a team at based at Birmingham University exploring how reading and poetry can be integrated in gaming for use in primary schools.\u00a0 Twitter: @rozgoddard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Goldfish on the Coast How close we came to leaving each other on the hard shoulder, walking in different directions, following the line of fields for lonely miles then hitching a lift – me toward the sea, you with a spirit level back to the midlands. It would have been dark by […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12453","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12453","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=12453"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12453\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12454,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12453\/revisions\/12454"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non the hard shoulder, walking in different
\ndirections, following the line of fields
\nfor lonely miles then hitching a lift –
\nme toward the sea, you with a spirit
\nlevel back to the midlands.<\/p>\n
\nyou put your key in the lock,
\nlet yourself in to the cool hush;
\nprayer plants folded, landing light blown
\nand the dog staring into the night
\nexpecting me to sing his name.<\/p>\n
\nbought\u00a0 a two-slot toaster, ruined a few heels
\non the cobbles of the old town swaying home.
\nThere would have been other men, a goldfish,
\ngulls screaming overhead, but no cause
\nfor concern, none whatsoever.<\/p>\n