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Memory Stairs<\/strong> It\u2019s not a constant ache, more longing, I see your doppelganger I am calculating your age, Some moments appear, I will not keep the review from \u2018The Independent.\u2019<\/p>\n It\u2019s March and snow is up to my knees, The rest is clanging bottles of oxygen. And you. My memory is going into over-drive, You would say Ian Hamilton would have pared this down <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tom Kelly<\/strong> is a Jarrow-born poet and playwright who lives further up the Tyne at Blaydon. His recent collection I Know Their Footsteps<\/em>\u00a0is published by \u00a0Red Squirrel Press. <\/a>\u00a0This is his website: http:\/\/www.tomkelly.org.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Memory Stairs (Terry Kelly 1958-2016) It\u2019s not a constant ache, more longing, email will suffice, something bridging this gap. I see your doppelganger in a city street: high forehead, eyes alert, searching for the book no-one else will ever have. \u00a0 I am calculating your age, this or that year. Your hair spreads, […]<\/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-17667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17667","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=17667"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17667\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17813,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17667\/revisions\/17813"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n(Terry Kelly 1958-2016)<\/em><\/p>\n
\nemail will suffice,
\nsomething bridging this gap.<\/p>\n
\nin a city street:
\nhigh forehead, eyes alert, searching
\nfor the book no-one else will ever<\/em> have.
\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nthis or that year.
\nYour hair spreads,
\nlapping up and down on your brow,
\nthe time escape me.<\/p>\n
\nrunning down memory stairs,
\nfall apart with my heart.<\/p>\n
\ncrossing the dene where it is deeper.
\nAuntie Bridget struggles into over-shoes,
\nhas me hold her arm, wobbling down the path.<\/p>\n
\nMy mother screaming through papier-mache walls.<\/p>\n
\ngetting it all wrong.
\nYou went over the handlebars and your curly locked head
\ndanced to the ground.
\nNow I see you. Like our father,
\non the day before your birthday.
\nSnow has gone,
\nonly edges remain,
\nbacon rinds on an empty plate.<\/p>\n
\nto a silver thread on a dark overcoat,
\nstanding out so clear
\nlike you today.<\/p>\n