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Cravings<\/strong><\/p>\n I once grew old, Take me to the city. It must be the sun, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Edward Alport <\/b>is a teacher and occasional writer who occasionally gets published. When he has nothing better to do he posts snarky micropoems on Twitter as @cross_mouse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cravings I once grew old, And my senses vanished one by one. The day came When I could not taste pomegranates, The next, I could not hear The wind clonking in the rigging. The seashore felt like a surging slug. Pylons lost their fascination. Take me to the city. Feed me its […]<\/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-19376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19376","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=19376"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19488,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19376\/revisions\/19488"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd my senses vanished one by one.
\nThe day came
\nWhen I could not taste pomegranates,
\nThe next, I could not hear
\nThe wind clonking in the rigging.
\nThe seashore felt like a surging slug.
\nPylons lost their fascination.<\/p>\n
\nFeed me its electric shadows.
\nGive me spikes.
\nWire my ribcage to a generator.
\nI am living in a fog,
\nAnd my only signposts
\nAre the craving for the taste of chocolate
\nAnd the tang of spicy sausage.<\/p>\n
\nThe colours in the market place.
\nThe scent of peaches,
\nThe chillies glowing like Christmas lights.
\nWhere sausages are the symbol
\nOf a rich, ripe old age,
\nAnd chocolate is the elixir of youth.<\/p>\n