Dust<\/strong><\/p>\n An open window, In every drop, you say, a summer\u2019s worth – of pollen, paper, soil, ash, of suitcases heavy we\u2019ll brush off these layers to lift on cold air, This summer <\/p>\n Victoria Gatehouse<\/a> lives in West Yorkshire and has an MA in Poetry from Manchester Metropolitan University. Her poems have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies including Mslexia, Magma, The North, Poetry News, The Interpreter\u2019s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Artemis, Furies, The Emma Press Anthology of Mildly Erotic Verse and Her Wings of Glass. Competition successes include Ilkley, Mslexia, Poetry News Members\u2019 Competition, Prole Laureate and Poetry Space amongst others.<\/p>\n Victoria Gatehouse<\/a> was shortlisted for the 2016 Flambard Poetry Prize<\/a>. An anthology featuring more poems by 2016’s prizewinners is available here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dust An open window, the scent of rain thick and sweet on tarmac. In every drop, you say, a piece of dust; beneath our bed…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2405,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[422,507],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2420"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2420"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2420\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2421,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2420\/revisions\/2421"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2405"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2420"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2420"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2420"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe scent of rain
\nthick and sweet on tarmac.<\/p>\n
\na piece of dust;
\nbeneath our bed<\/p>\n
\nfragments of hair, the skin
\nwe\u2019ve shed, particles<\/p>\n
\ntrapped in blankets,
\npowdering the surfaces<\/p>\n
\nwith woollens and socks.
\nWhen winter comes<\/p>\n
\nwith yellow cloths –
\neach mote, shaken out<\/p>\n
\na seed on which
\nwater might condense.<\/p>\n
\nwill come to us again
\nin the heart of the rain.<\/p>\n