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The Gardener<\/strong><\/p>\n I go to him when\u00a0the\u00a0lakes are quiet, have strung up their miles, and are collecting inwards now damp its heat and grain, reveal him in his awfulness, the swollen bosom of wood, their glass up-sends\u00a0in fume, their iris codes re-committing ourselves. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Helen Calcutt<\/strong>\u2019s first collection Sudden rainfall<\/em> was shortlisted for the PBS Choice award, and is a Waterstone\u2019s best-selling pamphlet. She has taken on residences with the National Trust, and is currently poet-in-residence of Loughborough University. Her creative & critical work features in over 40 journals. She is writing her second book of poems Unable Mother<\/em>.\u00a0 Website: helencalcutt.org\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Gardener I go to him when\u00a0the\u00a0lakes are quiet, when\u00a0blossom holds its breath in bluest south. The\u00a0horses have strung up their miles, and are collecting inwards towards the\u00a0light, coal, and all\u00a0the\u00a0dim world\u2019s glow, this\u00a0earth-meal, and dust, now damp and glittering in this Autumn\u2019s constant. All the flames that go up are a […]<\/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-15230","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15230","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=15230"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15230\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15233,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15230\/revisions\/15233"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15230"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15230"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15230"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwhen\u00a0blossom holds its breath
\nin bluest south.
\nThe\u00a0horses<\/p>\n
\ntowards the\u00a0light,
\ncoal, and all\u00a0the\u00a0dim world\u2019s glow,
\nthis\u00a0earth-meal, and dust,<\/p>\n
\nand glittering in this Autumn\u2019s constant. All the flames
\nthat go up are a mortal
\nshout. The\u00a0gardener\u2019s burn,<\/p>\n
\ntending the ruined mass. This mode of a man
\nI\u2019ve learned to love,
\ntackles leaf, and loom, drags<\/p>\n
\nfrom\u00a0a belly of wire,
\nand bluish thistle. He wants it all
\nto burn; we drain\u00a0the\u00a0lakes<\/p>\n
\nflurry, and whiten the air
\nto our killing conditions.
\nIn this blood-red insistence<\/p>\n
\nThe\u00a0horses\u00a0walk on, like women through fire.<\/p>\n