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Exuberance and a girl called Kimberley<\/strong><\/p>\n I want to be generous as my feet Suppose, impatient for death, I dreamed I\u2019d regret it too, one second <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kate Noakes<\/strong> divides her time between Paris and Caversham, Berks. She is a Welsh Academician and her most recent collection is The Wall-Menders<\/em> <\/a>(Two Rivers Press).\u00a0 This is her website<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Idle musings<\/strong><\/p>\n I imagined an intruder The Milky Way is close tonight Underfoot the earth shook Is star placement really random <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Julian de Wette<\/strong> was born in Cape Town, South Africa. He is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College, New York. De Wette worked as an Information Officer for the United Nations in New York, Windhoek and London for over twenty years. In 1993 he was appointed Deputy UN Representative to Kazakhstan, where he established a base for the UN\u2019s countrywide operations. He later worked for United Nations Volunteers in Geneva and Bonn. His novel, A Case of Knives<\/em> <\/a>was published by Random House, Cape Town in 2010.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Exuberance and a girl called Kimberley I want to be generous as my feet are firmly planted in clay and I\u2019m in danger of disappearing into a big hole; my house is made of diamond-cut glass and I can be as rash and foolish as a girl called Kimberley. Suppose, impatient for death, […]<\/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-3313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3313","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=3313"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3315,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3313\/revisions\/3315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nare firmly planted in clay and I\u2019m in danger
\nof disappearing into a big hole;
\nmy house is made of diamond-cut
\nglass and I can be as rash
\nand foolish as a girl called Kimberley.<\/p>\n
\nof the night sky, saw myself
\nas the goddess Nut, swallowing
\nand birthing the sun each day.
\nWhat if I commissioned a blue and gold
\nface creation for all the world to see.<\/p>\n
\nafter the fifty-sixth star was done.<\/p>\n
\npast midnight up the street
\nbut it was just a worried mind
\nfoxed by far too little sleep.
\nI looked to left and then to right
\npoised for the knockout fight
\nwhen a fireball caught my gaze \u2013
\na meteor that wouldn\u2019t
\ndouse the flames that trailed it down to earth.<\/p>\n
\nI could\u2019ve touched it if my sight
\nhad not betrayed me yet again.
\nI almost dissed it for a cloud
\nbut everything was etched so plain
\nagainst the blackest sky
\nand in-between and all about the Milky Way
\nbright stars and planets on display
\nas constellations yet unseen
\ncame to life \u2013 what could this mean?<\/p>\n
\nI took a second and third look
\nto check if what I saw
\nwas luminescent dust or cloud
\nthat shook out stars like raindrops, proud
\nand with my arms outstretched I wondered how
\nthey got the shape of sword and plough
\nall creation taking place
\na shooting star routed by gravity
\nfallen far beyond our reach.<\/p>\n
\nspoken into being with abandon
\nor are planets without number bred
\nhow did Mars end up so red?<\/p>\n