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The Stove<\/strong> The stove in the sunken classroom St Wulfram\u2019s spire chills the room, You kept a fireguard round the fire, the gate into the secret garden, and the children who sang in a choir where you sit in your old chair, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n William Bedford<\/a><\/strong>\u2019s selected poems, Collecting Bottle Tops<\/em>, and selected short stories, None of the Cadillacs Was Pink<\/em>, were both published in 2009. A new collection of poems, The Fen Dancing<\/em><\/a>, was published in March 2014.\u00a0 This year he won both the London Magazine International Poetry Competition and the Roundel Poetry Competition.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Stove i.m. Eleanor Grey The stove in the sunken classroom burns coke to a yellow glow, warming your storyteller\u2019s murmur. St Wulfram\u2019s spire chills the room, graves and gargoyles grinning to the ravens\u2019 croak. You kept a fireguard round the fire, reading at the end of each school day: faraway trees […]<\/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-7884","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7884","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=7884"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7884\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7898,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7884\/revisions\/7898"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7884"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7884"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ni.m. Eleanor Grey<\/em><\/p>\n
\nburns coke to a yellow glow,
\nwarming your storyteller\u2019s murmur.<\/p>\n
\ngraves and gargoyles
\ngrinning to the ravens\u2019 croak.<\/p>\n
\nreading at the end of each school day:
\nfaraway trees and magic circles,<\/p>\n
\nthe lonely traveller at the moonlit door.
\nThe stove has been taken away,<\/p>\n
\nat the side of your cold grave
\nhave already left the classroom \u2013<\/p>\n
\nand the stove burns coke to a yellow glow,
\nwarming your storyteller\u2019s murmur.<\/p>\n