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The night that takes our shape<\/strong><\/p>\n afraid to\u00a0abandon behind us the night that takes our shape your limbs\u00a0pull away like garlands and march and\u00a0pray more than\u00a0what we lost we regret what we never had <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Phil Powrie<\/strong> writes books on French cinema, and teaches cinema and French at a university in the south of the UK. He has published poetry in South<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The night that takes our shape afraid to\u00a0abandon behind us the night that takes our shape holding our\u00a0candles like flickering flags here am I a\u00a0soldier here a priest each with a weapon you march you\u00a0pray in a patch of light your limbs\u00a0pull away like garlands offered\u00a0lightly to the clock\u2019s lazy eyes your […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14573","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14573","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=14573"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14573\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14575,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14573\/revisions\/14575"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14573"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14573"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14573"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nholding our\u00a0candles like flickering flags
\nhere am I a\u00a0soldier here a priest each with a weapon
\nyou march you\u00a0pray in a patch of light<\/p>\n
\noffered\u00a0lightly to the clock\u2019s lazy eyes
\nyour hands\u00a0clasp around mine
\nand you sing\u00a0come dance with me come dance again<\/p>\n
\nto hold the\u00a0night at bay
\nto keep\u00a0abstracted dark forever from the field<\/p>\n
\nand dark\u00a0shapes come to haunt us
\nmarching and\u00a0praying with their unbearable battalions<\/p>\n