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Postcards<\/strong><\/p>\n At the End of the Street<\/em><\/p>\n At the end of the street Volcano<\/em><\/p>\n A jagged plain, The Beach<\/em><\/p>\n White the boardwalk, Homecoming<\/em><\/p>\n The bus heaves <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dennis Tomlinson<\/strong> has had poems published in Blithe Spirit, Lunar Poetry<\/em>, other small magazines and anthologies and on the Ink, Sweat and Tears website<\/em>, also translations in Modern Poetry in Translation <\/em>and The Wolf.<\/em> He lives in London.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Postcards At the End of the Street At the end of the street a grey-haired woman walks her black pig. She sniffs the ground, eats up a tomato, eats and eats, sniffs and sniffs. Volcano A jagged plain, battlefield of gods. In the far dark mountains you see a white flash as 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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14510","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14510","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=14510"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14510\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14959,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14510\/revisions\/14959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14510"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14510"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14510"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na grey-haired woman
\nwalks her black pig.
\nShe sniffs the ground,
\neats up a tomato,
\neats and eats,
\nsniffs and sniffs.<\/p>\n
\nbattlefield of gods.
\nIn the far dark mountains
\nyou see a white flash
\nas the bus drives on.
\nDeep under the ice
\nsomeone is sleeping.<\/p>\n
\nwhite the sky,
\nwhite the snowy beach.
\nIce on the water,
\nbroken ice on the water,
\nthe ferry steaming
\ntowards Sweden.<\/p>\n
\nthrough obscure, wet night.
\nOn the dark stair
\nthe dog whimpers and wags.
\nIn our black bed
\nyou wrap yourself up
\nbeside me.<\/p>\n