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bringing it home<\/strong><\/p>\n outside the pub the trees shone gold then ruby looking out at the harbour, as the edge until the voices in the bar break in and suddenly the ships were ghosts, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Paul Burns<\/strong> lives in rural Cheshire, working with his wife in their flower-growing business, playing guitar, and writing when he can. Over 15 years ago he had several poems published in magazines such as Staple, Tears in the Fence, <\/em>and Purple Patch<\/em>. After that long break he joined Jo Bell’s\u00a0 52 Group last year and recently one of his poems appeared in Obsessed With Pipework<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" bringing it home outside the pub the trees shone gold then ruby as the sun tried to leave. I held it up for long moments, clutching at its rays and its power to melt cars, helping them morph into the shapes of distant hills, or clouds looking out at the harbour, as the edge […]<\/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":[139,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9483","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=9483"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9483\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23798,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9483\/revisions\/23798"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas the sun tried to leave. I held it up
\nfor long moments, clutching at its rays
\nand its power to melt cars, helping them morph
\ninto the shapes of distant hills, or clouds<\/p>\n
\nof another world , another view, seeps in
\nrearranges stones in me, moves my clouds on
\nin silent dances, puts in a fleet of laden vessels
\ncarrying the treasure of the universe<\/p>\n
\nshe said you can still see half the scar
\nhe left me with. someone else was fucking this
\nand fucking that, and a TV glared down from the wall
\nand said that four were killed today<\/p>\n
\nclouds were unimportant
\nthe sea now miles away<\/p>\n