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First Rain\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Not sure how to get The roundabout we were The catch here is feeling the magic Your face twitched and you startled It was sudden and we both felt it, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Serge Neptune<\/strong> is a London-based poet and translator, whose work deals mainly with mental health issues in the gay community. He is working on his first pamphlet, a gay retelling of the Little Mermaid, which focuses on the struggle of homosexual men with depression.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" First Rain\u2028 Not sure how to get back home, are we? The frost has stuck its nails to the inside of the mouth and pulls. The roundabout we were treading upon crawled up with poise, like a brotherly figure serving tea, in a harmonious arc. The catch here is feeling the magic […]<\/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-15718","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15718","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=15718"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15718\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17848,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15718\/revisions\/17848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15718"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15718"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15718"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nback home, are we?
\nThe frost has stuck its nails to
\nthe inside of the mouth and pulls.<\/p>\n
\ntreading upon crawled up
\nwith poise, like a brotherly figure
\nserving tea, in a harmonious arc.<\/p>\n
\nof the moment, the air of 3 am,
\nfreezing under a scruffy South London street light,
\nabout to fade or crumble any moment now.<\/p>\n
\nfor a moment, genuflected
\nyour wobbly figure, as you
\nglimpsed at the stammering void.<\/p>\n
\nthis grandeur through which
\nthe ocean\u2019s water washed
\nthe evening away.<\/p>\n