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Pilot Light<\/strong><\/p>\n I drink from the well at world’s end. An unusual toy, I find at my expense, Haemorraging situations, like a single film shot, What if I drink and never wake up? <\/p>\n Patricia Walsh<\/strong> was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, but now lives in Cork.\u00a0 She previously had a collection of poetry published Continuity Errors<\/em> with Lapwing in 2010, and a novel, The Quest for Lost Eire<\/em> published with\u00a0 Authorhouse.com in 2014.\u00a0She has\u00a0 also been published in Revival magazine, in iamnotasilentpoet.com\u00a0<\/a> and the Evening Echo<\/em>,\u00a0 a local Cork newspaper with a wide circulation, among others<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pilot Light I drink from the well at world’s end. Generously, to a fault, or so it seems, so much for longevity, a sacred slumber That catches the moon and plays with it. An unusual toy, I find at my expense, that any loon could be in my shoes. A funeral departing, slow […]<\/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-8677","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8677","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=8677"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8677\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8679,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8677\/revisions\/8679"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGenerously, to a fault, or so it seems,
\nso much for longevity, a sacred slumber
\nThat catches the moon and plays with it.<\/p>\n
\nthat any loon could be in my shoes.
\nA funeral departing, slow and numb
\ndust off the heaven’s likeness.<\/p>\n
\ntogether, a logic seemly coordinated
\nit comes together, in the end
\na cause, of course, found wanting.<\/p>\n
\nIt is to be considered, even desirable.
\nTo stand on the Stygian banks
\nA lone traveller, accompanied by my actions.<\/p>\n