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The Spring Transaction<\/strong><\/p>\n Well \u2013 after David, Chad and Winnol <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chris Michaelides<\/strong> was born in a village that gradually became an outer London suburb. She now lives in as small\u00a0 and remote a village in East Anglia as is compatible with the daily journey in to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Spring Transaction Well \u2013 after David, Chad and Winnol (saints, all of them), what can you expect? One day I will be seen in sudden unexpected haze of red; the tall tree branches blush with adolescent life about to burst. Another day I\u2019ll fly across the skies in drawn out wisps […]<\/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-8421","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8421","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=8421"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8421\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8422,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8421\/revisions\/8422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8421"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8421"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8421"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n(saints, all of them), what can you expect?
\nOne day I will be seen in sudden unexpected haze of red;
\nthe tall tree branches blush with adolescent life about to burst.
\nAnother day I\u2019ll fly across the skies in drawn out wisps of white,
\nhigh, so high that you will barely sense me there,
\nthere at the edge of vision.
\nMaybe I\u2019ll be blue, so blue it hurts to see me and you\u2019ll shade your eyes.
\nThen, I\u2019ll hide inside the hawthorn buds
\nand burst out to surprise you when one cold, clear, moon-horned morning,
\nas you drive a frosted road,
\nyou see that old-new haze of sweetest green
\nand know that I\u2019ve been working all this while.
\nBut somewhere else I\u2019ll take my dues,
\nin payment for such painful beauty.
\nIn a quiet room at 3 a.m.
\ndeep in the coldest watches of the springtime night,
\nI\u2019ll sit and watch and wait,
\nas, from its frail and time-worn house, an old soul slips away
\nand flows into my arms.<\/p>\n