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Stratus<\/b><\/p>\n
The clouds were not just low, they drifted,
\nplaying not only hide and seek with planes, they softened everything.
\nStole the feathers from the blackbirds; their songs too.<\/p>\n
You will never see such weather again.<\/p>\n
Perhaps last week you strode alone
\nwet legged through the long grass of home, binoculars
\nready.\u00a0 I can see you relishing the breath of nature regardless
\nof any such a thing as cloud.<\/p>\n
Perhaps this is the same mist you saw that day, that
\nleft you in happily isolation.\u00a0 Insubstantial but
\neven then a solid white and grey creature, snaking, tracking,<\/p>\n
travelling to that moment of my own tin can banality.\u00a0 Calling
\nto mind happier days, hinting at cirro, of wispy baby hair
\nchasing blue.\u00a0 Of running across yellow fields,
\nyour swinging me onto your shoulders and pointing<\/p>\n
out brown skippers, red admirals, purple emperors;<\/p>\n
of my sister and I lying in the meadow
\nspinning untamed cumuli into futures.<\/p>\n
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Jennie E. Owen<\/strong>\u2019s writing has won competitions and has been widely published online, in literary journals and anthologies.\u00a0 She is a Lecturer of Creative Writing and lives in Mawdesley, Lancashire with her husband and three children.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Stratus The clouds were not just low, they drifted, playing not only hide and seek with planes, they softened everything. Stole the feathers from the blackbirds; their songs too. You will never see such weather again. Perhaps last week you strode alone wet legged through the long grass of home, binoculars ready.\u00a0 […]<\/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-17128","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17128","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=17128"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17129,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17128\/revisions\/17129"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}