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Bruised Grass<\/strong><\/p>\n Hauled by a Cudworth Mail Engine, A lady and her companion The train gathers momentum. She leans her forehead against the glass. Claret-dark carriages helter-skelter <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Edwin Stockdale<\/strong>‘s debut pamphlet collection, Aventurine<\/em>, was published in September 2014 by Red Squirrel Press.\u00a0 He lives in Leeds and is studying for an MA in Creative Writing at the University of Birmingham.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bruised Grass Hauled by a Cudworth Mail Engine, the South Eastern Railway express from Folkestone to Cannon Street grey-green like hawthorn. A lady and her companion in a first-class compartment. She wears a bonnet trimmed with arctic fox. He sits, a skewed coat-stand. The train gathers momentum. The lady and her companion […]<\/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-12544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544","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=12544"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13351,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12544\/revisions\/13351"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe South Eastern Railway express
\nfrom Folkestone to Cannon Street
\ngrey-green like hawthorn.<\/p>\n
\nin a first-class compartment.
\nShe wears a bonnet trimmed with arctic fox.
\nHe sits, a skewed coat-stand.<\/p>\n
\nThe lady and her companion do not use words.
\nHis short beard black
\nas a hedgehog\u2019s nose.<\/p>\n
\nWhere is my child?
\nThey approach Staplehurst.
\nClanking, clattering, jerking.<\/p>\n
\ndown the embankment.
\nA shrew scrambles
\nthrough the bruised grass.<\/p>\n