<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Twenty-five years<\/strong> I waken too early, on woodsman’s toes explore Again I discover as though surprised, the sounds So coffee and toast, and a view of the low winter sky, We make pastel love, and when we look outside, <\/strong><\/p>\n Phil Vernon<\/strong> lives in Kent, and works in London for an overseas charity. He started writing poetry again in 2012 after a twenty-year break. Whereas in the past his poems were mostly written in free verse, he now embraces more formal forms, as he finds this means his own words and\u00a0ideas surprise him more often.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Twenty-five years For Tebo I waken too early, on woodsman’s toes explore a home that’s still, until our neighbour turns the news up loud, and you begin to snore to match the rhythm of the morning trains. Again I discover as though surprised, the sounds of dawn are sung by modern life […]<\/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-9716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9716","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=9716"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9718,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9716\/revisions\/9718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nFor Tebo<\/em><\/p>\n
\na home that’s still, until our neighbour turns
\nthe news up loud, and you begin to snore
\nto match the rhythm of the morning trains.<\/p>\n
\nof dawn are sung by modern life not birds,
\nthat we inhabit cul de sacs, not glades,
\nwear dressing gowns, not bark cloth capes or furs.<\/p>\n
\nan hour or two at tasks brought home from work:
\nI read, respond, review, redraft, delay,
\nand listen out for when I hear you stir.<\/p>\n
\na quiet snow has fallen across the town.
\nThe sun shines on the whitened roofs and road.
\nWe smile and put the central heating on.<\/p>\n