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from Shakespeare Variations<\/em><\/p>\n The Mistress of Cawdor<\/strong><\/p>\n Her determined hand feels the stones. Early she wakes to seize the time. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Geoffrey Heptonstall<\/strong> is a poetry reviewer for The London Magazine<\/em>, and writes regular commentaries on politics and culture for Open Democracy<\/em>. Recent creative work includes work with several fringe theatre companies, as well as a regular stock of poetry, fiction and essays.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" from Shakespeare Variations The Mistress of Cawdor Her determined hand feels the stones. Their strength is in the coldness, or so she has learned from life. She has sought the life of stones with walls to defend her ambition. From the castle keep the view is long, as wide as the world […]<\/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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675","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=18675"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18768,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18675\/revisions\/18768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTheir strength is in the coldness,
\nor so she has learned from life.
\nShe has sought the life of stones
\nwith walls to defend her ambition.
\nFrom the castle keep the view is long,
\nas wide as the world itself,
\nor so it may seem at sunrise.<\/p>\n
\nSomeone will die today
\nwithin sight of the crown.
\nEven now the echo is a scream,
\nclearly heard, like the wind
\nthat stirs the trees to move closer.<\/p>\n