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On Milking Stile Lane<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n An old house like a dusty afternoon A brown front door propped A hall of dazzled dark, as cold From bed a parlour view of bay and dado, and posters of Virginia Woolf. \u00a0A house like cotton sheets laid side to middle. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jean Atkin<\/strong> has two pamphlets in publication, The Treeless Region<\/em> <\/a>(winner of the Ravenglass Poetry Press Competition 2010) and Lost At Sea<\/em>, (Roncadora Press 2011) which was shortlisted for the Callum Macdonald Memorial Prize.\u00a0\u00a0 She is a writer in education\u00a0living in Dumfriesshire and is just finishing off\u00a0 The Dark Farms<\/em>, her forthcoming pamphlet about the Galloway Forest.\u00a0 Find out more http:\/\/jeanatwordsparks.blogspot.co.uk\/p\/poet.html<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Milking Stile Lane An old house like a dusty afternoon in a town terrace of June weekdays. A brown front door propped on a brick, the step smooth as an arm. A hall of dazzled dark, as cold as a beer bottle beaded wet from the fridge. From bed a parlour […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-2921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2921","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=2921"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2949,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2921\/revisions\/2949"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin a town terrace of June weekdays.<\/p>\n
\non a brick, the step smooth as an arm.<\/p>\n
\nas a beer bottle beaded wet from the fridge.<\/p>\n
\nrespectability swopped for peeling paint<\/p>\n
\nso easy on its street, worn thin and homely<\/p>\n
\nWe lay in the old house, being young.<\/p>\n