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I think I feared the morning. As if had been ribboned sleepless with would finish me; as if the street\u2019s as if all this were not exactly this. As if the morning and all <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tim Kiely<\/strong>‘s poetry has appeared in: Ariadne’s Thread<\/i>; Lunar Poetry<\/i>; South Bank Poetry<\/i>; the Morning Star<\/i>; and on the websites the Blue of Noon<\/i> and Spontaneous Poetics<\/i>. Most recently he contributed to the Emma Press anthology, Everything That Can Happen.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I think I feared the morning I think I feared the morning. As if it would drop on me like a planet; as if the first light would wring me from sleep; as if it would play every ache my limbs had been ribboned sleepless with in sadistic symphony; as if no […]<\/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-19755","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19755","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=19755"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19755\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19990,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19755\/revisions\/19990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI think I feared the morning<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nit would drop on me like a planet; as if
\nthe first light would wring me from sleep;
\nas if it would play every ache my limbs<\/p>\n
\nin sadistic symphony; as if
\nno hour on the pillow could be redeemed
\nand the first stumble through the front door<\/p>\n
\nfirst magpie would dig at my eyes
\nand I would be robbed of its blue wings;
\nas if the drizzle would not soothe my cheeks;<\/p>\n
\nwhat my cells knew would be there when the roar
\nof traffic from the night was left
\nto wither, leaving only<\/p>\n
\nits clarities could hurt me more
\nthan the vague desperation before dawn,
\nbefore knowing, before the fall.
\n <\/p>\n