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The winter-night-song of a Fenland home<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for Jack The chimney takes the note of sorrow Silence all singing air tonight. Hold your breath, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Words by Helen Pletts<\/strong> (www.helenpletts.com<\/a> ) whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO\/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and available on Amazon. \u2018Bottle bank\u2019 was longlisted for The Bridport Poetry Prize 2006, under Helen\u2019s maiden name of Bannister. Working collaboratively on Word and Image with Romit Berger, illustrator, since 2012. Word and Image Cards now on sale in The Over Gallery<\/a> .<\/p>\n Image by Romit Berger<\/strong> who says\u00a0 \u201cI am a graphic designer. I met my very dear friend, Helen Pletts, in Prague, several years ago. Helen\u2019s inspiration has led my graphic design career into that magical realm which combines illustration and poetry, and our creative wings continue to connect our souls through time and distance.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The winter-night-song of a Fenland home \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for Jack The chimney takes the note of sorrow Down a brick gullet, Tied at the neck in knots, Unable to swallow straight The journeying wind That sings […]<\/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":[7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7129","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=7129"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21017,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7129\/revisions\/21017"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nDown a brick gullet,
\nTied at the neck in knots,
\nUnable to swallow straight
\nThe journeying wind
\nThat sings in the crevices
\nThat might be a white quaver
\nTipped from the feathered back of a Bewicks\u2019 swan
\nCrossing the fen to Welney, or
\nThe agent of metronome
\nDriven from the back of a Boeing out of Stansted
\nLevelling the turbulence with folds of metal
\nThat split into brakes and cleave thermal tongues in two.<\/p>\n
\nYour synergy; the over-ramblings of the strained earth-voice
\nContained in this, my chimney.<\/p>\n