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Living Signs<\/strong><\/p>\n At night waiting in the dark beginning earlier and earlier and things appear never before seen I thought I was grown up Colours, folds in nature, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gill Horitz<\/strong> has been published in magazines, including Writing Women,\u00a0Mslexia, Smiths Knoll, Frogmore Papers, Tears in the Fence<\/em>, and short-listed\u00a0in Bridport Prize, 2011. She attends a poetry group, led by Paul Hyland.\u00a0Cinnamon Press will publish her first Pamphlet next year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Living Signs At night waiting in the dark I begin to think of a door half open on the unlived years already coming in. Dawns beginning earlier and earlier and more welcome than before. A brilliance fills the bedside glass half full the more I look this spring and things appear never […]<\/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-16212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16212","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=16212"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16212\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16458,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16212\/revisions\/16458"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI begin to think of a door
\nhalf open on the unlived years
\nalready coming in. Dawns<\/p>\n
\nand more welcome than before.
\nA brilliance fills the bedside glass
\nhalf full the more I look this spring<\/p>\n
\nor heard. Something is going on
\nwith time. A small thud in my chest
\ngoing hurry, hurry.<\/p>\n
\nbut now I expect more
\nfrom the way my mind
\nreassembles living signs.<\/p>\n
\nan ordinary lapwing.<\/p>\n