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Llanbwchllyn Lake <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ray Miller<\/strong> sees himself as a hybrid of T.S.Eliot and George Formby, only a bit fatter.He’s shared a stage with John Cooper Clarke and got very dizzy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Llanbwchllyn Lake White and yellow water-lilies framing sky upon its surface; sun and moon fragmented, swept off to the edges. Above in the heather a cluster of wild horses flash their tails at flies in the flattening heat. A bird of prey circles, swoops and arouses maternal concern for the children below; […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-5289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5289","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=5289"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5292,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5289\/revisions\/5292"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nWhite and yellow water-lilies framing
\nsky upon its surface; sun and moon
\nfragmented, swept off to the edges.
\nAbove in the heather a cluster
\nof wild horses flash their tails at flies
\nin the flattening heat. A bird of prey circles,
\nswoops and arouses maternal concern
\nfor the children below; nakedness splashes
\nthe dignity of mallards and mute swans.
\nDeep in the night the call of the screech owl,
\nstars as large as her eyes.
\n\u201cThis is what life could be like\u2026.\u201d she whispered,
\n\u201c\u2026.without you,\u201d he manfully ended the sentence.<\/p>\n