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Midnight Illness<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Home is only ever found in glimpses, <\/p>\n Bethany W Pope<\/strong> has published several collections of poetry: A Radiance<\/em> (Cultured Llama, 2012) Crown of Thorns<\/em>, (Oneiros Books, 2013), The Gospel of Flies<\/em> (Writing Knights Press 2014), and Undisturbed Circles<\/em> (Lapwing, 2014). Her first novel, Masque,<\/em> shall be published by Seren in 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Midnight Illness Home is only ever found in glimpses, the night-fragrance of a lover\u2019s shoulder, the warm throb of the pulse beneath the skin of the throat, the green scent of trees captured in the pages of the right kind of book. You feel \u2018home\u2019 in a burst of pleasant light that flares […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9620","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9620","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\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9620"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9620\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9645,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9620\/revisions\/9645"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9620"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9620"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9620"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe night-fragrance of a lover\u2019s shoulder,
\nthe warm throb of the pulse beneath the skin
\nof the throat, the green scent of trees captured
\nin the pages of the right kind of book.
\nYou feel \u2018home\u2019 in a burst of pleasant light
\nthat flares in the tissue hidden behind
\nthe string-like nerves of your eyes. It remains
\nunnamed until the golden warmth consumes
\na cavity. Melancholy swarms in
\nand then you learn that, yes, you really had
\nsomething beautiful \u2014 for a little while.<\/p>\n