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On the tracks<\/strong><\/p>\n Paused amongst the debris scabs Reptilian fingers grasp masonry, The metal box shudders into life, delivering us <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jennie Owen<\/strong> is a\u00a0teacher of creative writing and has\u00a0been widely published in anthologies and magazines.\u00a0 She is proudly dyslexic and lives with her husband and their three children in Lancashire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On the tracks Paused amongst the debris scabs and concertinaed pigeons, over Herculean arches, grisly secrets lurk in muck and smutty shadows.\u00a0 Old stolen bicycles, rats, and plastic bags floating like ghosts in the engine hiss. Reptilian fingers grasp masonry, green and scaled, vegetating against the odds. Above in the promise of […]<\/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-13605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13605","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=13605"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13606,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13605\/revisions\/13606"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand concertinaed pigeons,
\nover Herculean arches, grisly secrets lurk
\nin muck and smutty shadows.\u00a0 Old stolen bicycles, rats,
\nand plastic bags floating like ghosts in the engine hiss.<\/p>\n
\ngreen and scaled, vegetating against the odds.
\nAbove in the promise of blue, circles one for sorrow,
\nseven for gold, eight for\u2026grim trapped mornings
\nblack beaked and round eyed.<\/p>\n
\nto the wipe clean city centre platform.
\nThick communal air releases a gasp.\u00a0 A pile
\nof spat out sunflower seeds crunches under our feet.<\/p>\n