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Two Mountains<\/strong><\/p>\n What is destined will reach you, even if it be beneath two mountains.\u2028What is not destined will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips.<\/em> I have moved two mountains. and I am standing here, with destiny and all that shows up are some bobbles <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Lovell<\/strong> has had work published in a variety of journals including Mslexia,\u00a0Poetry Wales,\u00a0Envoi\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0New Welsh Revie<\/em>w\u00a0and is a regular contributor to\u00a0Agenda\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0Ink, Sweat and Tears<\/em>. Her work can also be read in\u00a0forthcoming anthologies\u00a0Mill<\/em> (Templar Poetry) and\u00a0The Lies We Tell Ourselves<\/em>\u00a0(Liquorice Fish Books).\u00a0She has recently won the Flambard Prize.<\/p>\n Note:\u00a0 An earlier version of this poem appeared in The North<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Two Mountains What is destined will reach you, even if it be beneath two mountains.\u2028What is not destined will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips. Imam Ghazali I have moved two mountains. There is rubble everywhere, pissed off goats, dust in the air like a bomb\u2019s gone […]<\/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":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10247","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=10247"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10720,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10247\/revisions\/10720"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nImam Ghazali<\/p>\n
\nThere is rubble everywhere, pissed off
\ngoats, dust in the air like a bomb\u2019s
\ngone off in a hoover bag<\/p>\n
\nlike an old sock, held in both hands,
\nheld out so it might catch a little
\nearly sun<\/p>\n
\nwhere I have worn this old life thin
\ntrying so hard to be somewhere
\nor someone else.<\/p>\n