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Fourteen was the number of the bus Three students on the first floor- that was us; Three times fourteen years have passed; <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Gill McEvoy<\/strong>: winner of the 2015 Michael Marks Award for The First Telling,<\/em> Happenstance Press. Hawthornden Fellow. Two full collections from Cinnamon Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" October Fourteen was the number of the bus that took me to St Cloud, the house at number fourteen in the square, a Georgian house turned into flats – fourteen occupants lived there. Three students on the first floor- that was us; three nurses on the ground; St Cloud at fourteen in […]<\/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-18846","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18846","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=18846"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18846\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18897,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18846\/revisions\/18897"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18846"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18846"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOctober<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nthat took me to St Cloud,
\nthe house at number fourteen in the square,
\na Georgian house turned into flats –
\nfourteen occupants lived there.<\/p>\n
\nthree nurses on the ground;
\nSt Cloud at fourteen in the square,
\n\u201ctopped and tailed\u201d by eight young men
\nbuzzed with come-and-go, the callings there.<\/p>\n
\nI walk and watch the falling leaves,
\nwish it were that October now –
\nin the house that hummed like a hive of bees.<\/p>\n