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\u00a0Seasonal<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Now that rain reflected lights refract the decorated streets,<\/p>\n with fractured ribbons, shivering through the darkening days,<\/p>\n obscure, tangential, liminal,<\/p>\n this ancient season sinks down into Earth;<\/p>\n its signs:<\/p>\n a sharpened flint,<\/p>\n burnt grain,<\/p>\n an amber bead.<\/p>\n Concealed by hide of beast and pelt of fox,<\/p>\n fur dew- beaded, falcon – watched,<\/p>\n its pact with time is held through fire and frost.<\/p>\n The heron flying east and west does not betray<\/p>\n the small and lonely corners of the field and wood and fen<\/p>\n wherein it lays;<\/p>\n waiting for the turning of the earth,<\/p>\n the turning of the year,<\/p>\n the second\u2019s icy turning.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Water freezes in the well\u2019s dark depths<\/p>\n and far away a Lullay whimpers in the briars, then is gone,<\/p>\n and standing at the high end of the darkened Hall<\/p>\n we see this season in its truth.<\/p>\n It wears a crown of bone and shale.<\/p>\n Chris Michaelides<\/strong> was born in a village that gradually became an outer London suburb. She now lives in as small \u00a0and remote a village in East Anglia as is compatible with the daily journey to work. Music and time to look around are precious.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n us<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n here I am<\/p>\n alone<\/p>\n in a quiet room<\/p>\n writing these words<\/p>\n in a diary I never keep<\/p>\n here alone in December<\/p>\n writing in May<\/p>\n so<\/p>\n obviously<\/p>\n time is not a relevant factor<\/p>\n the when of these words<\/p>\n can be forgotten<\/p>\n but somewhere<\/p>\n there\u2019s you<\/p>\n not here<\/p>\n somewhere else<\/p>\n so place can be factored out as well<\/p>\n it seems<\/p>\n the only significant things<\/p>\n are this ink<\/p>\n on this paper<\/p>\n and your eyes<\/p>\n on these words<\/p>\n your head<\/p>\n my pen<\/p>\n your thoughts<\/p>\n our words<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Reuben Woolley<\/strong>: born Chesterfield, 1952, now living in Spain, started writing poetry in 1968 – 6 poems published in Numbers 2 – 6 of Candelabrum Magazine,<\/em> Volume1 1971\/72. For reasons he is ashamed to confess, stopped writing in 1980s. Now writing again and determined to continue.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0Seasonal Now that rain reflected lights refract the decorated streets, with fractured ribbons, shivering through the darkening days, obscure, tangential, liminal, this ancient season sinks down into Earth; its signs: a sharpened flint, burnt grain, an amber bead. Concealed by hide of beast and pelt of fox, fur dew- beaded, falcon – […]<\/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":[35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-twelve-days-of-christmas-2013"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6140","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=6140"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23946,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6140\/revisions\/23946"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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