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Prem.<\/strong><\/p>\n Like that weird March morning in January, if \u00a0this was sleep or dream, \u00a0fitful in streams Prem. Like that weird March morning in January, the birds deceived, deceiving us in turn, roots woken and stirred to thirst, you too arrived early, to a world unsure if \u00a0this was sleep or dream, \u00a0fitful in streams of silver light, \u00a0too cold and thin to swim, town and country both beginning to […]<\/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-3974","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3974","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=3974"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3974\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3976,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3974\/revisions\/3976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3974"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3974"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3974"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe birds deceived, deceiving us in turn,
\nroots woken and stirred to thirst, you too
\narrived early, to a world unsure<\/p>\n
\nof silver light, \u00a0too cold and thin to swim,
\ntown and country both beginning to believe
\nin spring, when twilight came, mantling.<\/p>\n
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\nRoy Marshall<\/strong>‘s poems have been accepted by The Rialto, Magma and The North among other publications. \u00a0His pamphlet Gopagilla<\/em> <\/a>is published by Crystal Clear<\/a> and was reveiwed by David Cooke for IS&T. He blogs at roymarshall.wordpress.com<\/a>
\nPrem.<\/em> first appeared on\u00a0 Bow Wow Shop<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"