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Ken & Belinda Meditate in a Garden<\/strong><\/p>\n Two figures statue-still sit in the garden Spines rigid as the far slate wall Sit as still as this for long enough <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Emma Simon<\/strong> lives in London where she juggles poetry with parenthood and journalism. Despite often grabbing the wrong end of the lighted torch, she has been published in Other Poetry, Antiphon<\/em> and Monkey Kettle<\/em>, and won this year’s Prole Laureate competition.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ken & Belinda Meditate in a Garden Two figures statue-still sit in the garden gathering the light eyes closed, hands pressed on knees whilst an unseasonal sun silvers their skin like weathered teak, waiting for moss to bloom on trainers grass knot through their laces, bind their feet. Spines rigid as the […]<\/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-6533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6533","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=6533"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6536,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6533\/revisions\/6536"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ngathering the light
\neyes closed, hands pressed on knees
\nwhilst an unseasonal sun
\nsilvers their skin like weathered teak,
\nwaiting for moss to bloom on trainers
\ngrass knot through their laces, bind their feet.<\/p>\n
\nwhose secret strength is letting weather pass
\nso each sound, each smell
\n– the ooze of windfall apples, drunken birdsong
\na breeze of October butterflies –
\nbriefly inhabits
\nthen breathes through each mind.<\/p>\n
\nand you can disappear
\ninto the landscape. Become the things unseen
\nyet elemental, Like a memory of rain
\nfalling on a clouded valley,
\nor the pricking sense of faces
\npeering through the conscious green.<\/p>\n