<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Widow<\/strong><\/p>\n Thunder stumbles, and her face grief frail And there she is- clearing to the sea, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian Clarke<\/strong>. Born Wisbech, Cambridgeshire and living in Harrogate, North Yorkshire and published widely in magazines and anthologies.\u00a0 Recent publications include A Slow Stirring<\/em> from Indigo Dreams Press and BARD 132,<\/em> a broadsheet in a completely different register available from Atlantean Publishing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Widow Thunder stumbles, rain blind as sleet litters the wind, and behind the door the dark where silence ticks and her face grief frail watching the sky\u2019s tree of stars, listening to the street\u2019s cobbled skulls washed bright with laughter. And there she is- remembering a moon scented dusk still warm with […]<\/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-8291","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8291","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=8291"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8291\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8293,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8291\/revisions\/8293"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8291"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8291"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8291"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nrain blind as sleet litters the wind,
\nand behind the door
\nthe dark where silence ticks<\/p>\n
\nwatching the sky\u2019s tree of stars,
\nlistening to the street\u2019s cobbled skulls
\nwashed bright with laughter.<\/p>\n
\nremembering a moon scented dusk
\nstill warm with gnats\u2019 fog of spores
\nand slow rain like memory<\/p>\n
\nto a name cut deep and clean
\nwhere surf brawls whiten the grey
\nand a sunset drowns in sobs.<\/p>\n