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Encore<\/strong><\/p>\n Is it absence that dwindles the candle <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Grant Tarbard<\/strong> works a\u00a0vampire\u2019s hours. His team of\u00a0haematologists have ok\u2019d this poem\u2019s content.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n We Feel At Home While Running<\/strong> Husky choir<\/em>:<\/p>\n Adolfbukta, Anitavika, Leading dog:<\/em><\/p>\n We are put at the back of the sledge I\u2019m the leading dog, besides gy\u0151\u0151\u0151, h\u00f3\u00f3\u00f3\u00f3 My padded sole is tattering the slush. We slice the smirr of the darkscape <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Agnes Marton<\/strong> is a poet, editor, founding member of Phoneme Media. Recent publications include ‘Estuary: A Confluence of Art and Poetry’ (winning the Saboteur Award) and \u2018Captain Fly\u2019s Bucket List.\u2019 She has participated in an expedition to the Arctic Circle.<\/p>\n *Place names in Svalbad<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Encore Is it absence that dwindles the candle wicks I lit last year? I have to capture vials of the pale moonlight and dip them in the goats trough who gulp amniotic fluid, kissing my future wounds on wrists and ankles, laying amongst the sudor of animals; vestal, beastial, holy. In partial […]<\/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-12924","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\/12924","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=12924"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12924\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12974,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12924\/revisions\/12974"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12924"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12924"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12924"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwicks I lit last year? I have to capture
\nvials of the pale moonlight and dip them
\nin the goats trough who gulp amniotic
\nfluid, kissing my future wounds on wrists
\nand ankles, laying amongst the sudor
\nof animals; vestal, beastial, holy.
\nIn partial seizure I lie in my crib.
\nThe cello bows of angels wings swooping
\nin like taffeta bats, their yellow teeth
\npeeling replies to no one. When we blow
\nour noses it’s like banging tornados
\nagainst our teeth. You will be a symbol,
\nin time the purpose of this will be lost.<\/p>\n
\n \u00a0Huskies in Svalbard<\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n
\nAlkenebbet, Angelinberget,
\nArrdalen, Arielhamaren,
\nAmenfonna, Austlibekken,
\nAskheimodden, Askelintoppen.*<\/p>\n
\nto run backwards, all the six of us,
\non the tips of our toes, bottomwise.<\/p>\n
\nmy ears show the guys every order,
\nright, left, slow, fast, always at the ready.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOur human aims to return to
\nwhat he calls a mrrrr Christmas.<\/p>\n
\nlike the axe smashes our treat,
\ndried codfish with soft atlas of juice in the deep.<\/p>\n