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Light Bearer<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ll leave Fear by the door<\/em>, I glimpse the glints beneath your patched-up mac, No, it\u2019s not your time. Not today.<\/em> I go to make your tea, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Julia Lock<\/strong> was born in London and has lived for many years in Budapest, Hungary where she has recently taken up demonstrating.\u00a0 She is working towards her first\u00a0 collection of poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Light Bearer I\u2019ll leave Fear by the door, you say as you step in. You\u2019re bone-weary, broken, borne down by the weight you bring. Shadows shrink from you. Is it time?\u00a0\u00a0 I ask, for I know you after all. Only for tea, you say. I breathe, then please, come, rest. I glimpse […]<\/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-14818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14818","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=14818"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14820,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14818\/revisions\/14820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyou say as you step in.
\nYou\u2019re bone-weary, broken,
\nborne down by the weight you bring.
\nShadows shrink from you.
\nIs it time?\u00a0\u00a0 I ask, for I know you after all.
\nOnly for tea<\/em>, you say.
\nI breathe,
\nthen please, come, rest<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nthe soiled tips of feathers
\ntrailing from beneath your hem.
\nWhen I take your coat,
\nbeauty steals my breath.
\nYou spray raindrops round my room
\nas you let your wings unfold,
\nas if you\u2019d brought the clouds in.<\/p>\n
\nI have come to sit, to weep.<\/em>
\nTake these<\/em> and with tenderness
\nyou pull from a plastic bag
\nbright ribbons and threads of lives,
\nhalf-woven epitaphs.<\/p>\n
\nyou, His best-beloved.<\/p>\n