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This hole in the City Wall was not cast aside Its grainy sandstone frame, braced Scabbed over with slabs, the Wall They seep memories, mapped by scars, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Julia D McGuinness<\/strong> is a therapeutic Counsellor and Writing for Wellbeing practitioner based in Cheshire. She has just started a Writing Group in a Cancer Care Centre and just finished a Creative Writing MA at MMU with a poetry portfolio themed round Chester’s City Walls. Website:creativeconnectionscheshire.co.uk\u00a0<\/a> Twitter: @CreatConneChesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Chester\u2019s Ship Gate This hole in the City Wall was not cast aside but borne, piece by piece, to the Park, a stone\u2019s throw away, and re-assembled as breath held across a path. Its grainy sandstone frame, braced against weight of sky, rainbows an open space that lacks the gate to separate ship […]<\/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-8539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539","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=8539"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8541,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8539\/revisions\/8541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nChester\u2019s Ship Gate<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nbut borne, piece by piece, to the Park,
\na stone\u2019s throw away, and re-assembled
\nas breath held across a path.<\/p>\n
\nagainst weight of sky, rainbows
\nan open space that lacks the gate
\nto separate ship from city.<\/p>\n
\nis unsettled as all torn places
\nwhen mended. Gaps, transplanted
\nto discreet glades, lace through lives.<\/p>\n
\nwince under strangers\u2019 stumblings,
\nare anointed by their listenings. Spaces
\nhonoured, enfleshed alike by sun and rain.<\/p>\n