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The Great Storm<\/strong><\/p>\n So the three of us are sat there like Compo, Foggy and Clegg, Mike relates what happened when the storm arrived last week, bone-rattling winds <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Matthew Paul<\/strong> has a blog at\u00a0http:\/\/matthewpaulpoems.blogspot.co.uk\/<\/a> , has recently had poems in Fire, Poets from Art<\/em> (Ed. Pascale Petit) and at Nth Position<\/em>; is Associate Editor for Presence<\/em> magazine; and co-wrote\/edited (with John Barlow) Wing Beats: British Birds in Haiku<\/em>\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 (Snapshot Press, 2008).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Great Storm So the three of us are sat there like Compo, Foggy and Clegg, on the trunk of a storm-wrenched oak between Gallows Pond and the sugar-maple plantation starting to turn; sharing a joint and genial nonsense. Mike relates what happened when the storm arrived last week, just after our mate […]<\/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":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4858","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-haibun-tanka-haiku-haiga"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4858","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=4858"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4858\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24029,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4858\/revisions\/24029"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4858"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4858"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4858"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non the trunk of a storm-wrenched oak between Gallows Pond
\nand the sugar-maple plantation starting to turn; sharing a joint
\nand genial nonsense.<\/p>\n
\njust after our mate Dave\u2019s stag do: he\u2019d got home to the house
\nhe shares with his brother and the frontman of a soon-to-be
\nseminal prog-punk band, guzzled a mugful of magic mushroom tea
\nand came up to Foetus and The Fall; wandered the wind-fisted
\nstreets, taking\/not-taking everything in \u2013 the lampposts snapped
\nat ninety degrees, fences wrecked like a set of smashed-in teeth,
\nroad-signs pointing in the wrong direction as if the War were still on
\n\u2013 until he finally returned hours later, to gurn in delight and alarm
\nas his front-door key drooped before the lock, like a candle melting
\nback into itself.<\/p>\n
\nthe taste of painkillers
\ncolours my world<\/p>\n