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Northern Line<\/strong><\/p>\n On the platform, a waiting hum. A girl like a statue in a long black dress On her raised hand, a jewel. Ladybird. She is waiting to cross into the realm of sight. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clarissa Aykroyd<\/strong> is originally from Victoria, Canada. She has also\u00a0lived in Dublin and is now a resident of London. Her poems have recently appeared in Shot Glass Journal<\/em>. She is also the author of a blog on poetry and poets, The Stone and the Star<\/em> (http:\/\/thestoneandthestar.blogspot.com\/<\/a><\/span>).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Northern Line On the platform, a waiting hum. Patience of night. A few faces scan and watch, scan and watch. This is an invisible rainforest. A girl like a statue in a long black dress has one hand uplifted – royal, graceful. The unseen rain falls about her with a silent flicker, in a […]<\/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-3509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3509","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=3509"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3512,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3509\/revisions\/3512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nPatience of night. A few faces
\nscan and watch, scan and watch.
\nThis is an invisible rainforest.<\/p>\n
\nhas one hand uplifted – royal, graceful.
\nThe unseen rain falls about her
\nwith a silent flicker, in a pattern.<\/p>\n
\nIt stars her finger, bright animate stone.
\nHer green eyes bloom like gardens
\nand trails of light run down her arm.<\/p>\n
\nHer vision has already gone ahead. The tunnel
\nis the night sky, wall of stars to breach.
\nLadybird, star of stars, show her the rain, the forest.<\/p>\n