{"id":337,"date":"2011-08-04T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-04T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=337"},"modified":"2011-08-04T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-08-04T11:00:00","slug":"lynn-woollacott-on-the-absence-of-streetlights","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lynn-woollacott-on-the-absence-of-streetlights\/","title":{"rendered":"Lynn Woollacott on the absence of streetlights"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Night They Turned Off the Street Lights in Our Town<\/span>
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five thousand pink-footed geese landed<\/span>
in the cemetery grounds,<\/span>
crowded on wings of angels,<\/span>
gaggled on ledges in front of coloured glass,<\/span>
pulled grass between gravestones.<\/span>
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Sand martins circling the lighthouse<\/span>
turned to the reflection of the moon on water,<\/span>
fell with soft splashes into the sea.<\/span>
Swallows that slept with one eye open<\/span>
spiralled to sparks from fireflies in the mud flats<\/span>
thinking they were a new cluster of stars in a half dream.<\/span>
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Other flocks flew closer to visible constellations,<\/span>
flapping back in confusion of discovered magnetic paths<\/span>
they took shelter in the stately home on the hill<\/span>
where peacocks stood on signs, cried between thyme,<\/span>
rustled as a lone owl swooped for an eye.<\/span>
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*Lynn Woollacott<\/span> lives on the Norfolk coast, her debut collection <\/span>Something and Nothing<\/span><\/a> has recently been published by Indigo Dreams Publishing Ltd.<\/span>
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The Night They Turned Off the Street Lights in Our Town five thousand pink-footed geese landedin the cemetery grounds,crowded on wings of angels,gaggled on ledges in front of coloured glass,pulled grass between gravestones. Sand martins circling the lighthouseturned to the reflection of the moon on water,fell with soft splashes into the sea.Swallows that slept with one eye […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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-337","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/337","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=337"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/337\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=337"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=337"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=337"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}