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Bear hunt<\/strong><\/p>\n The mistake was leaving the window open <\/p>\n <\/p>\n After living in a Moscow and London John Porter<\/strong> is now in Gloucestershire. He has degrees in Russian and Law and when not juggling his two small sons he writes poems, usually on trains. His work has appeared in\u00a0 magazines including The\u00a0Stinging Fly, Prole, Marble, Streetcake <\/em>and Strix<\/em>. Website https:\/\/www.johnporterauthor. Bear hunt The mistake was leaving the window open an exit to fly to the forest at the moon\u2019s invitation and track the smell on the sweat from the firs. Is she hiding tonight? Or following in circles there\u2019s a meaty breath at my neck, I run until waking back on the […]<\/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-19052","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19052","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=19052"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19052\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19192,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19052\/revisions\/19192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19052"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19052"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19052"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nan exit to fly to the forest
\nat the moon\u2019s invitation
\nand track the smell
\non the sweat from the firs.
\nIs she hiding tonight?
\nOr following in circles
\nthere\u2019s a meaty breath at my neck,
\nI run until waking
\nback on the floor of the bedroom
\nplastic sword in my hand,
\nsoil on my fingers.<\/p>\n