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Smugglers<\/strong> This blanket of dark; perfect conditions <\/p>\n Rose Scooler<\/strong> (1881-1985) was a German Jew, whose early life was one of privilege and material comfort. She wrote this poem during the winter of 1944-5, while a slave labourer in Theresienstadt<\/p>\n Sibyl Ruth<\/strong> is Rose Scooler\u2019s great-niece. Her translations of Rose Scooler\u2019s Thereisenstadt poems will be published by Five Leaves Press in 2017.\u00a0 She sometimes tweets at @SibylWrites.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Living Above Ground<\/strong><\/p>\n not allowed *<\/p>\n cars racing * *<\/p>\n beneath <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Debbie Strange<\/strong> is an award-winning Canadian short form poet and haiga artist.\u00a0Keibooks released her\u00a0first full-length poetry collection,\u00a0Warp and Weft: Tanka Threads<\/em>, in 2015. Debbie’s haiku chapbook, A Year Unfolding<\/em>, is forthcoming from Folded Word. Smugglers in memory of Frau L. This blanket of dark; perfect conditions for our latest trip to the siding together. A woman can\u2019t see what\u2019s next to her nose as we clamber down, clutching bags and each other by the elbow. Mind out, it can\u2019t be far from here. Shush. There\u2019s the […]<\/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":[65],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-twelve-days-of-christmas-2016"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12914","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=12914"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12916,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12914\/revisions\/12916"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin memory of Frau L.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nfor our latest trip to the siding together.
\nA woman can\u2019t see what\u2019s next to her nose
\nas we clamber down, clutching bags and each other
\nby the elbow. Mind out,
\nit can\u2019t be far from here. Shush.
\nThere\u2019s the pump. Our luck\u2019s in alright:
\nwe missed it by that much\u2026.
\nMove on again. Ducking and diving.
\nThat stretch of cobbles
\nand then the passage. It\u2019s lit up for once.
\nNow we inch along the middle
\nof the road, feeling our way forward
\nstep by cautious step
\ntill we reach the brewhouse by the gate.
\nWill the guards be asleep yet?
\nBetter hang fire. See how the land lies.
\nOh hell! Here comes the thunder
\nof great big boots. If we\u2019re spotted,
\nlet\u2019s say we just fancied a little saunter.
\nFinally the coast\u2019s clear
\nand we\u2019re at it without wasting a second.
\nAlready our bags are half-full
\nwhen a sudden door swings open.
\nPure deadly light leaps out
\nall round us and we\u2019re done for.
\nHearts pounding in our throats, we run
\nfor it. The game\u2019s well and truly over
\nunless… Could there be extra time?
\nThank God \u2013 it seems that no one\u2019s spotted us.
\nShould we be content to slope away
\nwith our bags half-empty? Don\u2019t be ridiculous!
\nWe\u2019re getting straight back to work.
\nA Berlin girl doesn\u2019t admit defeat.
\nShe stands firm, sticks to her guns
\nand never surrenders. We shall not retreat.
\nTaking new heart, we edge up a second time
\n(isn\u2019t Fortune supposed to favour
\nthe brave?) towards Coal Mountain
\nthat magic jewel-heap. And there we savour
\nvictory, stuffing our sacks right
\nto the brim with hard-won treasure. Such
\nheavy riches. Staggering, arms almost breaking
\nwith the sheer weight of our catch,
\nwe reel home. Where everyone\u2019s gobsmacked
\nto see the glorious loot that we\u2019ve brought back.
\n <\/p>\n
\nto have bird feeders
\nor flowers
\non the balcony
\nI am withering<\/p>\n
\ndown the main drag
\non humid nights
\nsquealing tires anathema
\nto my wintering heart<\/p>\n
\nunfinished
\na skyscraper cages
\nthe harvest moon
\nfreedom comes sooner
\nfor some than for others<\/p>\n
\nmy third floor window
\nsix deer
\nwith snow on their backs
\nthe warm blood of stones<\/p>\n
\nWebsite: www.debbiemstrange.blogspot.ca<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"