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Compass You gave me all the direction I could take; that eyeless iron arrow, a servant of purpose thrusting one firm and certain digit at One day, I sat down by a succulent. you warned. Drink not from those quills the needle spinning in my hand. At the edge <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Oliver Hudson<\/strong> is a father of two, poet by aspiration and journalist by trade. He lives in Warwick and is a regular member of Warwick Words, his local creative writing group. He has had poetry published in the Warwick Words annual anthologies, and by Forward in their 2011 anthology Poetry Rivals<\/em>. In 2011 he was longlisted for the Plough Prize. His interests (other than poetry) include Travelling, Music, History and Fencing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Compass the lion in the lute or the lion locked in stone WALLACE STEVENS You gave me all the direction I could take; geographic, plus notes on my performance; that eyeless iron arrow, a servant of purpose that pushed me over undulating dunes thrusting one firm and certain digit at the smug […]<\/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-4072","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4072","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=4072"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4072\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4074,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4072\/revisions\/4074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4072"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4072"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4072"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nthe lion in the lute or
\nthe lion locked in stone
\n<\/em>
\nWALLACE STEVENS<\/p>\n
\ngeographic, plus notes on my performance;<\/p>\n
\nthat pushed me over undulating dunes<\/p>\n
\nthe smug oasis, far off, in the middle.<\/p>\n
\nSate your thirst and dessicate your mind,<\/p>\n
\nor choke on your own swollen tongue.
\n<\/em>
\nFor forty nights I bled for the Northern face,
\nmy skull cracked open, leaking dreams on sand,<\/p>\n
\nof all you see, a palm tree’s umbra, a mirage.<\/p>\n