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Longest Night<\/strong><\/p>\n It is still dark outside. No rain now, nor wind. I would like to tread the It is still dark, but for a <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Steph Power<\/strong> is a poet, writer and composer living in mid-Wales with poetry appearing in the Cannon’s Mouth, the Journal <\/em>and Poetry Wales. <\/em>She has published articles and reviews in a wide range of journals and blogs at: www.philosovariant.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Longest Night It is still dark outside. Still but for water pouring, cascading down the steep, wooded slope. No rain now, nor wind. The world turns and breathes gently, mildly. I would like to tread the saturated earth but must do it from here, from the warm house, where I cannot slip or […]<\/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-3916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3916","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=3916"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3918,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3916\/revisions\/3918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nStill but for water pouring,
\ncascading down the steep,
\nwooded slope.<\/p>\n
\nThe world turns and breathes
\ngently, mildly.<\/p>\n
\nsaturated earth
\nbut must do it from here,
\nfrom the warm house,
\nwhere I cannot slip or
\nslide or fall.<\/p>\n
\npool of yellow lamp-light inside.<\/p>\n