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A Torteval greenhouse<\/strong><\/p>\n You\u2019d hardly think this structure could stay up. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Julian Dobson<\/strong> lives in Sheffield. His poems have been published in various journals and on a bus in Guernsey.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Torteval greenhouse You\u2019d hardly think this structure could stay up. A rabbit darts from bramble cover. There should be first buds now, sun catching hairs on shooting stems. A few years: thorns let rip, squeezing the wooden frame left and right, glass fracturing gently, or raised with the roof as side […]<\/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-19837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19837","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=19837"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20159,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19837\/revisions\/20159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA rabbit darts from bramble cover. There
\nshould be first buds now, sun catching hairs
\non shooting stems. A few years: thorns let rip,
\nsqueezing the wooden frame left and right, glass
\nfracturing gently, or raised with the roof
\nas side panels bulge out. What once was craft
\nand care, ragged-star flowers and hoverflies,
\nhas fruited falsely. What we sow we reap,
\nwe\u2019re told, but no-one planted this: it\u2019s just
\nwhittling entropy, dragging tide shifts, rust,
\nmildews and markets, costs always inching up.
\nExhausted, we swapped harvest reds for cash:
\nwhat will survive of this? Perhaps a blush.<\/p>\n