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I shouted<\/p>\n the train is coming<\/p>\n a toddler on his first trip the doors whispered we chatted and pointed but my parent’s inabilities and when the little train stopped for breath my parents I cried Gareth Writer-Davies<\/strong> was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and the Erbacce Prize in 2014, Highly Commended, Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize in 2012 and 2013. His pamphlet Bodies<\/em>, was published this year and is now available through Indigo Dreams<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Train is coming I shouted the train is coming a toddler on his first trip to London beyond reason on a rainy day the doors whispered and we were on our way we chatted and pointed and imagined ghosties in the dark but my parent’s inabilities were becoming clear as we […]<\/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-8594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8594","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=8594"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8596,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8594\/revisions\/8596"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe Train is coming<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nto London
\nbeyond reason on a rainy day<\/p>\n
\nand we were on our way<\/p>\n
\nand imagined ghosties in the dark<\/p>\n
\nwere becoming clear
\nas we bumped along the track<\/p>\n
\nI came up for air
\nin Kentish Town
\nalone and inexact<\/p>\n
\ntwo hundred feet below
\nlost in the puzzle of the map<\/p>\n
\nas though
\nmy\u00a0 heart were broken<\/p>\n