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Behind the Glass There is a thrush on the lawn the clouds look liquid, there are crows high up are for once still, and the thrush is hopping around. The round edge of a molehill frames my footprint. and it looked out of its depth in the blue of yesterday. and the resting conifer, usually hysterical, now calm <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Samuel W. James<\/strong> is a new writer from Yorkshire, and his poems have been accepted by Allegro, London Grip, Peeking Cat, Clockwise Cat, Elsewhere Journal, Adelaide Magazine and Ink, Sweat and Tears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Behind the Glass There is a thrush on the lawn and a ladybird on the other side of the window. This is that calm; the clouds look liquid, there are crows high up mixed like dust-bits in a drink, but down here the fingers of the reaching conifer are for once still, […]<\/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-15270","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15270","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=15270"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15270\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15395,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15270\/revisions\/15395"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nand a ladybird on the other side
\nof the window. This is that calm;<\/p>\n
\nmixed like dust-bits in a drink, but down here
\nthe fingers of the reaching conifer<\/p>\n
\nHow fast the clouds move. How quickly they change;
\nthey darken and lighten, then night.<\/p>\n
\nSome of the grass is yellow from summer, somehow.
\nThe moon has been coming out before dark lately<\/p>\n
\nIt isn\u2019t here now, of course, just the slopping clouds
\nand the bobbing thrush, the still air down here, the ladybird<\/p>\n
\nbelow jolted crows, struggling to evacuate the sky.
\nAnd there\u2019s me too, behind the glass.<\/p>\n