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Damp<\/strong><\/p>\n The damp that squats in gritstone hearts of two-bed terraces. And the mushrooms, stained and freckled uglies Then the clods and clumps and thickets in racing, office and tea, And the lichens that attach themselves to lonely places, Now look, there\u2019s me in my middle-twenties, <\/p>\n Miranda Yates<\/strong> lives in Manchester where she is a primary teacher. She has published poetry in Poetry Review, The Rialto, Magma<\/em> and the North<\/em>. She was chosen as one of the Poetry Trust\u2019s Aldeburgh Eight poets in 2015.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Damp The damp that squats in gritstone hearts of two-bed terraces. The stumble of rooftops polished dark as funeral brogues. The promiscuity of green, having its way with every crack and hole, every startled moss that punks from rock and stump. And the mushrooms, stained and freckled uglies sacking off school to […]<\/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-12471","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\/12471","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=12471"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12471\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12472,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12471\/revisions\/12472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12471"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12471"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12471"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe stumble of rooftops polished dark as funeral brogues.
\nThe promiscuity of green, having its way with every crack
\nand hole, every startled moss that punks from rock and stump.<\/p>\n
\nsacking off school to lurk in woodland, to squat on tree trunks;
\nand the river\u2019s soft bloat; a run off of the great original swell
\nfor adventure, for deep zephyr-lunged and salty elsewhere.<\/p>\n
\nsap and dogged hunter, pale myrtle and spotty verdigris.
\nThe rotten luck that sets in for good, the fool\u2019s errands
\nthrough the dank and drear; the endless lessons in renewal.<\/p>\n
\nunworldly vagrants born of thin air and exposure.
\nThe let-down of kindling giving like Jaffa cakes.
\nas you kick up the wet leaves of the calendar, dog in tow.<\/p>\n
\non the long walk home in the rain after closing.
\nThe streetlamps are doffing their concrete caps
\nas if the elements had ever taken a blind bit of notice.<\/p>\n