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In the Mind’s Half Light of Dreaming<\/strong><\/p>\n I<\/em><\/p>\n I dreamt of an over-exposed photograph of Town Hall<\/p>\n And a past lover, undressed and atop of me<\/p>\n <\/p>\n II<\/em><\/p>\n Three worn golden keys, in an otherwise empty box<\/p>\n Belonging to a dresser with pastel colored corsets<\/p>\n Somewhere in a sprawling house, nestled in a vast expanse of vacant fields<\/p>\n <\/p>\n III<\/em><\/p>\n Hurrying through a crowded country train<\/p>\n In search of a maiden, straight from the battered pages<\/p>\n Of a beloved children’s book<\/p>\n I touch her pale shoulder and she turns<\/p>\n And lean\u00a0in to press my lips against hers<\/p>\n When I realise there’s been a case of mistaken identity<\/p>\n I apologise with sincerity<\/p>\n Before\u00a0continuing\u00a0my way\u00a0down the carriage<\/p>\n Finally finding her alongside her faithful friend<\/p>\n (A sidekick of sorts)<\/p>\n Our mouths collide with anticipation<\/p>\n And a look of anguish tears across his youthful face<\/p>\n (A boy she was suppose to marry, or so the author had intended)<\/p>\n I shouldn’t be here<\/p>\n <\/p>\n IV<\/em><\/p>\n Last night, I dreamt that you died<\/p>\n We wrapped arms around one another<\/p>\n As crimson paint poured from your eyes<\/p>\n Between mournful sobs I told you<\/p>\n ‘I love you more that any living creature on this earth’<\/p>\n And when you spoke, your voice was like wind-chimes<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Benjamin Blake<\/strong> was born in July, 1985, and grew up in the small town of Eltham, New Zealand. He is the author of the poetry collection, A Prayer for Late October<\/em><\/a>, published by Hammer & Anvil Books. Find more of his work (and photography) at www.benjaminblake.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the Mind’s Half Light of Dreaming I I dreamt of an over-exposed photograph of Town Hall And a past lover, undressed and atop of me II Three worn golden keys, in an otherwise empty box Belonging to a dresser with pastel colored corsets Somewhere in a sprawling house, nestled in […]<\/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-7390","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7390","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=7390"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7390\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7428,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7390\/revisions\/7428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7390"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7390"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}