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Joseph Brodsky\u2019s dog is on a quest<\/strong><\/p>\n Joseph Brodsky\u2019s dog is on a quest. thrusts his nose into a mouldering layer-cake There was a cat, of that he\u2019s certain. He tilts his head, and catches on the wind He hears it all, a moiling hymn, He sniffs the air and lifts his hind leg The cat, meanwhile, has gone. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Lovell<\/strong> lives in Rugby, Warwickshire. Her poems, which have been published in a range of journals including Agenda, Poetry Wales<\/em> and Myslexia<\/em>, focus on our relationship with nature, from a flea wearing tiny jewelled boots created by a Russian miniaturist to a circus elephant butchered during food shortages in post-war Vienna. Threads of folklore and science run through her work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Joseph Brodsky\u2019s dog is on a quest Joseph Brodsky\u2019s dog is on a quest. He snuffles past neglected plots and crypts, dog-sniffs every monument, thrusts his nose into a mouldering layer-cake of earth and stone, that maddening hint of bone below. There was a cat, of that he\u2019s certain. It\u2019s shizzy scent […]<\/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-8477","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477","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=8477"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8479,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8477\/revisions\/8479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8477"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8477"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8477"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHe snuffles past neglected plots and crypts,
\ndog-sniffs every monument,<\/p>\n
\nof earth and stone, that maddening hint
\nof bone below.<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s shizzy scent leads right up to the church
\nthen disappears as if into the air.<\/p>\n
\nthe click and sigh of treadle, wheeze of feeders
\nchoked with soil.<\/p>\n
\nremnants gathered on a thin, grey wind
\nand gusts of spatty rain:<\/p>\n
\na voice that calls as if from dream,
\nthe hum of angels hanging piously above him.<\/p>\n
\non the transept wall, considers that it\u2019s time
\nto head for home.<\/p>\n
\nBounding wildly over long-abandoned land,
\nit has no memory of dog or stone.<\/p>\n