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An Audience with Dirk<\/strong><\/p>\n Home at last from the Riviera, knowing he walks Knightsbridge in dark chapeau At night, rehearsing his own lines – perfect. After the performance towards him and each advancing celebrant suddenly shy to lay before him and he\u2019s marked the pristine page raising his head, briefly, to show those The people find him gracious; but gods, adoration. How else are they to know Jill Sharp<\/strong>\u2019s work has appeared in 14, South, Crazy about Pipework, Domestic Cherry<\/em> and IMPpress<\/em> and she has a poem in the current edition of Poems in the Waiting Room.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" An Audience with Dirk Home at last from the Riviera, knowing he must not look back he walks Knightsbridge in dark chapeau and shades. The grey light hurts. At night, rehearsing his own lines – memoir, novels – he is word perfect. After the performance a hushed procession wends towards him and each […]<\/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-3961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3961","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=3961"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3961\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3963,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3961\/revisions\/3963"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe must not look back<\/p>\n
\nand shades. The grey light hurts.<\/p>\n
\nmemoir, novels – he is word<\/p>\n
\na hushed procession wends<\/p>\n
\ndrops their gaze,<\/p>\n
\ntheir unread offering. One swift flourish<\/p>\n
\nwith a blue-black emblem,<\/p>\n
\neyes.<\/p>\n
\nwhen they grow old, crave<\/p>\n
\nif there are still believers?<\/p>\n