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Night lights<\/strong><\/p>\n That summer night we sat on the balcony Candles burned steady yellow on the table. flash bright and dark as a strip light sparked and we talked about biorhythms and sleep. gulls mewed and circled above streetlights, their call eerie, we said, not like the rough By the light of the chip shop down the street, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sharon Phillips<\/strong> retired from a career in education in 2015. Since then, she has been learning to write poems again, after a break of 40 years. Her poems have most recently appeared on\u00a0The Open Mouse<\/em>, Bluepepper<\/em>, The Poetry Shed<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0previously on\u00a0Ink Sweat and Tears<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night lights That summer night we sat on the balcony and lads on the lash hollered in the street. Candles burned steady yellow on the table. We drank wine, watched a window opposite flash bright and dark as a strip light sparked on and off. Another window glowed dim grey and we […]<\/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-16652","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16652","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=16652"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16652\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16904,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16652\/revisions\/16904"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16652"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16652"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16652"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nand lads on the lash hollered in the street.<\/p>\n
\nWe drank wine, watched a window opposite<\/p>\n
\non and off. Another window glowed dim grey<\/p>\n
\nDistant traffic hushed like waves at low tide;<\/p>\n
\ntheir bodies copper in the sodium glare,<\/p>\n
\nheckle of gulls on rubbish dump or beach.<\/p>\n
\nthey landed to scavenge the city’s waste.<\/p>\n