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Nocturne and she too slides while the rain thumps, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Annette Volfing<\/strong> is an academic teaching medieval German literature. \u00a0She is originally from Denmark. \u00a0She has recently had poems accepted by The Interpreter’s House<\/em>, Smiths Knoll<\/em>, The Oxford Magazine<\/em>, Snakeskin<\/em> and Neon<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nocturne As the light goes out, she always slips her hand round his wrist, rubs the bumps left by the watch-strap like a soft braille \u2013 and he sleeps at once to the zen of the rain, dreams of empty grandstands, the slide of black Cobras at Club, the perfect curves and the […]<\/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-3649","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3649","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=3649"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3649\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3651,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3649\/revisions\/3651"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3649"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3649"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3649"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nAs the light goes out, she always slips
\nher hand round his wrist, rubs the bumps
\nleft by the watch-strap like a soft braille \u2013
\nand he sleeps at once to the zen of the rain,
\ndreams of empty grandstands, the slide
\nof black Cobras at Club, the perfect curves and the blur,<\/p>\n
\nslides and sinks, and surfaces again;
\nand every move throughout the night
\nis choreographed by habit, so they wake
\nalways exactly the same, coiled into shape and caught
\nby a big wet sun that comes to lick the pane.<\/p>\n