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Bridges<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ve saved three from suicide. The first was a rung-out Hausfrau I did nothing, She moved off Two years later, I did nothing, We moved off, Four decades pass. The mists are rolling into the City. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n J\u00fcrgen Olschewski<\/strong> has published a novel (The Blue Box), a book of short stories (The Chocolate Room and Other Stories), and a collection of poems (After School). He has published stories and poems in magazines and anthologies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bridges I\u2019ve saved three from suicide. Three bridges. Three bodies of water. The first was a rung-out Hausfrau on the iron bridge across the Stausee(?) – (or another bridge across a German river, in a city) near my home town – Essen. Her weight in banknotes would not buy her baby milk-powder. […]<\/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-8827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8827","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=8827"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8829,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8827\/revisions\/8829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThree bridges.
\nThree bodies of water.<\/p>\n
\non the iron bridge across the Stausee(?) –
\n(or another bridge across a German river, in a city)
\nnear my home town – Essen.
\nHer weight in banknotes
\nwould not buy her baby milk-powder.<\/p>\n
\nother than say \u2013 \u2018Such a sunset.
\nThe sky is jubilant with colour.\u2019<\/p>\n
\npulling her shawl close.<\/p>\n
\n1925, Paris \u2013 Pont Neuf.
\nThe woman with five names
\nstares down into dark waters.<\/p>\n
\nother than say \u2013 \u2018Where can a doormat
\nget a drink around here?\u2019<\/p>\n
\ninto the Quartier Latin.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m midway on the Golden Gate.
\nThey\u2019d say, if they survived, which they don\u2019t,
\nthat when you hit, the water is concrete,
\nit shatters your spine into a thousand fragments.<\/p>\n
\nThey are softening my history.
\nI start to go \u2026lean\u2026
\n(I) pull back
\n(I) do nothing
\n(I) move off.<\/p>\n