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By Harrow Road<\/strong><\/p>\n Against dusk\u2019s bands of scarlet-velvet light, Behind her, part in dare, part pulled by blues, and the kid stops, spotting a school girl <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Neil Reeder<\/strong> is a researcher on public services, who lives and works in London. His poems have been published in Iota, Equinox, the Rialto, <\/em>and Soul Feathers.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Harrow Road Against dusk\u2019s bands of scarlet-velvet light, a Jehovah’s Witness clutches a crumpled Book of apocalypse, and glowers at a slammed front door. Behind her, part in dare, part pulled by blues, nonchalant to foretold doom, a teenage boy walks on a wall’s slender height. To the left, a harried […]<\/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-12538","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12538","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=12538"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12538\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12541,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12538\/revisions\/12541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12538"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12538"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na Jehovah’s Witness clutches a crumpled
\nBook of apocalypse, and glowers
\nat a slammed front door.<\/p>\n
\nnonchalant to foretold doom, a teenage boy
\nwalks on a wall’s slender height. To the left,
\na harried old man takes unsure steps
\ndown to the chill of the GP surgery;<\/p>\n
\nwho sambas and sashays on toe-tips,
\nsmiling as though it\u2019s August Carnival,
\nwhen the air pulsates to a free jazz rhythm –
\ncircling, adapting, vibrant, then gone.<\/p>\n