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Primrose Hill<\/strong><\/p>\n I open the light door, its latched <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Colin Honnor <\/strong>has been widely published poet in numerous magazines in print and online. Collections, mostly from small presses and private presses include From Underground<\/em> (Mirabilis 1986); Dante; Cavafy; The Somme<\/em>; (Yew Tree Press). English Poetry<\/em> is published by the University Press of America. A former editor of Poetry and Audience, he runs a fine arts press in the Cotswolds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Primrose Hill I open the light door, its latched hoist swings away to drop in pools your hand clasps they slip into the pool glow a dredger coughs upriver cormorant angles to Pythagorean glitter the conic section my grandmother lathed to perfect yellow-canary coloured gas sips as night flaws refract, spark a […]<\/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-19647","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19647","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=19647"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19909,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19647\/revisions\/19909"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhoist swings away to drop
\nin pools your hand clasps they slip
\ninto the pool glow
\na dredger coughs upriver
\ncormorant angles to Pythagorean glitter
\nthe conic section my grandmother lathed
\nto perfect yellow-canary coloured gas
\nsips as night flaws refract, spark a prescience
\nthe hill was drumlin before the staves were driven
\nblue liass ball clay a moody circumspection
\ntrickles like a hidden riverine the dank sealed courses plunge
\nbrimless borromless depthlessaly watering
\nexiguous sediments gather, it is the sobriety
\nas a corpse sucks free from emboguement
\nslides and is the soiled parcel, the bleat of newborn
\ncircles the mastery
\nthe achievement of water, as a fish-scales light gilled,
\nwater climbed as its net
\nthreshes, alive upstream to spawn.<\/p>\n