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Bringing It All Back Home<\/strong><\/p>\n To leave one\u2019s notebook in plain view signals some kind of declaration, a piece of the secret realm rendered visible. I sit in my dressing gown, smoking in a room where I shouldn\u2019t, play games in perspectives,<\/p>\n the tin lantern with glass chimney becomes a primitive hut, It\u2019s too cold to write. I try anyway. Stitch images<\/p>\n The moon illumines frosted leaves at the window.<\/em> Those shapes on the hill, if only I knew the language.<\/p>\n Was that creak a footstep? The door left ajar\u2026<\/p>\n I\u2019m the tramp in the forest <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jonathan Chant<\/strong>\u00a0is a lecturer, poet and performer. He has been published in\u00a0Obsessed With The Pipe Work<\/em>, Tears In The Fence<\/em>,\u00a0Caduceus<\/em>,\u00a0International Times<\/em> and by New River Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bringing It All Back Home To leave one\u2019s notebook in plain view signals some kind of declaration, a piece of the secret realm rendered visible. I sit in my dressing gown, smoking in a room where I shouldn\u2019t, play games in perspectives, the tin lantern with glass chimney becomes a primitive hut, […]<\/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-20544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20544","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=20544"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20573,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20544\/revisions\/20573"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstar cut holes sealed with emerald glass, windows.<\/p>\n
\nRunic pines silhouetted on the snow-clad hillside.<\/em>
\nWhite blobs of stars and two raised discs, <\/em>
\nearthworks on the horizon.<\/em>
\n\u2028<\/em>
\nA bridge crosses a stream full of stars<\/em>
\n\u2028<\/em>
\nThat kind of thing.<\/p>\n
\nbringing the key home to you.<\/p>\n