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Glenrudel Moors<\/strong><\/p>\n Huge blades fall And the more she talks me to tears. And the wide sweep making a faint sighing sound And she will have me believe Now all the turbines have failed And the rain is falling in the immense dark<\/p>\n as lost and far from my broken face <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Tariq Latif<\/strong> has has three poetry collections all published by Arc. A pamphlet entitled,\u00a0 Smithereens<\/em>, was published this Autumn also by Arc.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Glenrudel Moors Huge blades fall continuously-splicing the air as if it were grass. And she complains that all her dreams have come to nothing and that nothing ever lasts. And the more she talks the more her voice breaks and the more she reduces me to tears. And the wide sweep of […]<\/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-9735","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9735","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=9735"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9735\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9739,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9735\/revisions\/9739"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9735"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9735"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9735"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncontinuously-splicing
\nthe air as if it were grass.
\nAnd she complains that all
\nher dreams have come to nothing
\nand that nothing ever lasts.<\/p>\n
\nthe more her voice breaks
\nand the more she reduces<\/p>\n
\nof the wind turbine blades
\nslow down to a gentle creep<\/p>\n
\nlike someone breathing
\ntheir last measures of air.<\/p>\n
\nthat the sun has been snuffed
\nbehind those black clouds.
\nAnd she will not be fooled
\nby the moon’s strained calmness
\nbehind that bruised face.
\nNor by those weak shrouds
\nof leant light that will dissolve to nothing.<\/p>\n
\nto turn. They are twisted crucifixes
\non which her dreams are nailed.<\/p>\n
\nin the windless night.
\nAnd she is disappearing<\/p>\n
\nas an astronaut adrift in space.<\/p>\n