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The Shelter Wood<\/strong><\/p>\n Ending ten nights <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Swain<\/strong> lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. Crisis Chronicles Press published his most recent chapbook, White Vases<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Shelter Wood Ending ten nights on blue tile and sarissa, I crushed rosemary to my face sitting in a circle under the shelter wood. Thrilled to enter the darkness again, I was altered like my finest garment to become right and unneeding redress. The new moon rested half in the black cover I […]<\/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-3520","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3520","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=3520"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3520\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3522,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3520\/revisions\/3522"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3520"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3520"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3520"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non blue tile and sarissa,
\nI crushed rosemary
\nto my face
\nsitting in a circle
\nunder the shelter wood.
\nThrilled to enter
\nthe darkness again,
\nI was altered
\nlike my finest garment
\nto become right
\nand unneeding redress.
\nThe new moon rested half
\nin the black cover
\nI drew to conclude
\na hiding into the other,
\nI mistook the silence
\nfor the telling of voices.<\/p>\n