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Night punting to standstill<\/strong><\/p>\n We could see nothing We did not know Our eyes were shut We didn\u2019t care Nowhere; we trailed We pushed ourselves <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Natalie Shaw<\/strong> lives and works in London. She has a kind husband and children of varying sizes. Her poetry has been published widely in journals and anthologies<\/a>\u00a0and she is currently editing a book of poems inspired by artist Natalie Sirett’s Medusa & Her Sisters<\/a> series of drawings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night punting to standstill We could see nothing Except the fizz Of our cigarettes We did not know Where the edge of the water Met the boat, or bank Our eyes were shut Or not, we couldn\u2019t Tell, and anyway We didn\u2019t care We had no coins We were going Nowhere; 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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18703","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\/18703","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=18703"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18811,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18703\/revisions\/18811"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nExcept the fizz
\nOf our cigarettes<\/p>\n
\nWhere the edge of the water
\nMet the boat, or bank<\/p>\n
\nOr not, we couldn\u2019t
\nTell, and anyway<\/p>\n
\nWe had no coins
\nWe were going<\/p>\n
\nOur fingers through
\nThe plashy Cam<\/p>\n
\nThrough the night
\nAnd it was heaven<\/p>\n