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A Departure<\/strong><\/p>\n The lawn is overgrown, Intermittently, Scraps of shrubs.<\/p>\n And there Paint peeling from eaves I remove my cap.<\/p>\n Blackbirds lift from a tree, sound <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n James R Kilner<\/strong>‘s first collection of poems, Frequencies of Light<\/em>, is out now. He is a former newspaper journalist and holds a PhD from the University of Leeds. Originally from Yorkshire, he now lives on Tyneside. Please visit www.jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com. A Departure The lawn is overgrown, grass sprouts like unruly hair, the flowerbed bare where a patient trowel turned the soil gently, neatly. Intermittently, white sticks like little gravestones mark the spot where come spring green shoots will rise out of earth from inert bulbs buried there. Scraps of shrubs. And there […]<\/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-8874","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8874","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=8874"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8874\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8882,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8874\/revisions\/8882"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8874"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8874"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8874"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ngrass sprouts like unruly hair,
\nthe flowerbed bare
\nwhere a patient trowel turned the soil
\ngently, neatly.<\/p>\n
\nwhite sticks
\nlike little gravestones
\nmark the spot where come spring
\ngreen shoots will rise out of earth
\nfrom inert bulbs buried there.<\/p>\n
\nperching precariously on spiked stilts
\npetals of vermilion velvet.<\/p>\n
\nrecovering from sunburn of summer,
\ndrawn blinds
\nand something emerging through the doorway
\nbetween two men.<\/p>\n
\nan ironic round of applause.<\/p>\n
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