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Fisher’s Folly<\/strong><\/p>\n What was it that brought us to Jasper\u2019s, I paused, long and hard The party looked up and stared Drunk on love and oblivious Synchronicity\u2014I called it If we had not had that fight on Primrose Hill, You would have missed me by minutes You bought that Neruda book with the Spanish We took turns I will shelter there for certain And the bedlam neighbours To the sleeping lips at her side, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n William Harper<\/strong> is a writer from Maryhill, Glasgow, living in London. He has published short stories in The Galway Review, Swimmers Club at Dostoyevsky Wannabe independent press, and poetry in Amyrillis.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fisher’s Folly What was it that brought us to Jasper\u2019s, We both asked of each other Late that evening. I paused, long and hard And thought of The lines My need to keep To clasp her. The party looked up and stared Straight at the fasten Between us, the current Now visible […]<\/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-17042","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17042","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=17042"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17042\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17043,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17042\/revisions\/17043"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17042"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17042"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17042"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWe both asked of each other
\nLate that evening.<\/p>\n
\nAnd thought of
\nThe lines
\nMy need to keep
\nTo clasp her.<\/p>\n
\nStraight at the fasten
\nBetween us, the current
\nNow visible and
\nEach arm inter-locked
\nAnd in turn
\nWitnessed by that
\nWoman in the corner
\nThat I once worked with
\nSome time ago.<\/p>\n
\nTo the unfolding folly
\nOf a lunar lined
\nLiverpool Street,
\nWe marvelled at the series of coincidences.<\/p>\n
\nDescending into bed:<\/p>\n
\nIf you had not changed your mind,
\nIf I had not phoned my mother,<\/p>\n
\nAnd would have gone to Providence
\nWithout my
\nCargo of best wishes.<\/p>\n
\nAnd English translations.<\/p>\n
\nSide by side
\nIn our languages
\nYou chiding me if I missed the title.<\/p>\n
\nIn a future that is not.
\nI will live there
\nAs if I could afford to.<\/p>\n
\nWill keep me up
\nAs they always have
\nAnd always will.<\/p>\n
\nTo drink, as I drank there,
\nOblivion\u2026<\/p>\n