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Talking to Monet<\/strong><\/p>\n People, I tell him. I can see people: so, something else then: a hand, It is all so new, I say, There is more? how the barest hint of red traces its way \u2014 <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Juliet Humphreys<\/strong> has previously had poems published on Ink Sweat and Tears and also in The North, Acumen, Orbis and The Rialto. She has also recently completed a novel. When not writing she teaches in a special needs school.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Talking to Monet People, I tell him. I can see people: shadows, black-burnt, threading their way between trees \u2014 and there, behind, Parliament rises like a cathedral I\u2019d say though I\u2019ve not the faith of it \u2014 so, something else then: a hand, wanting air as if, all this time, the earth […]<\/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-19674","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19674","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=19674"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19674\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19928,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19674\/revisions\/19928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19674"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19674"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19674"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nshadows, black-burnt, threading
\ntheir way between trees \u2014 and there,
\nbehind, Parliament rises
\nlike a cathedral I\u2019d say
\nthough I\u2019ve not the faith of it \u2014<\/p>\n
\nwanting air
\nas if, all this time,
\nthe earth had only held it safe.<\/p>\n
\nthe colours are so quiet:
\nhow you\u2019ve infused grey with blue
\nso it seeps into clouds \u2014 or out \u2014
\nI picture the blue
\nas a kindness.<\/p>\n
\nYes, but this will sound silly \u2014
\n(No, he says, go on)
\nit lifts my heart. Look, I say,<\/p>\n
\nlike a vein \u2014 across the sky; it is alive.
\nHe nods, I feel it too.
\nAnd the water, what of that?
\nI could quite believe, I say,
\nthat the water breathes.<\/p>\n