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Graduate<\/strong><\/p>\n The bell ringing tumbles You feel a soft wind, warm baked grass stencils itself It\u2019s the slow yellow evening to trying on her robes: how you\u2019d mortarboard so it dragged the gown over your shoulders. It was an absurd costume on you, scratchy dripping, hood slipping. On her, a graceful, meaningful wake. when you took in the gilded bannister, Handel overture. You waited for her head Laid his hands over hers. You felt young as a hand pushing at your back.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jenny Danes<\/strong> grew up in Essex and now lives in Newcastle where she studies English Literature and German. In 2013 she was highly commended in the Bridport Prize for poetry, and she is currently one of the literature editors for Alliterati<\/em> magazine. She also runs poetry workshops within Newcastle University’s creative writing society.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Graduate The bell ringing tumbles clanging down your spine. You feel a soft wind, warm enough for bare legs, and the baked grass stencils itself into your flesh. It\u2019s the slow yellow evening after her graduation. You think back to trying on her robes: how you\u2019d jammed on the heavy, wobbling mortarboard […]<\/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-7820","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7820","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=7820"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7821,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7820\/revisions\/7821"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nclanging down your spine.<\/p>\n
\nenough for bare legs, and the<\/p>\n
\ninto your flesh.<\/p>\n
\nafter her graduation. You think back<\/p>\n
\njammed on the heavy, wobbling<\/p>\n
\nyour hair from its knot; hung<\/p>\n
\nmore like carrying than wearing,<\/p>\n
\nblack like old school blazers; sleeves<\/p>\n
\nhowever, it glided;<\/p>\n
\nYour face was a picture<\/p>\n
\nthe thrones, the carpet, the rousing<\/p>\n
\nto bob into view, watched as the chancellor<\/p>\n
\nas you posed for photos, the sun as strong<\/p>\n