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Cardigan Bay<\/strong><\/p>\n As a boy I wondered <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Phil Wood<\/strong> works in a statistics office. He enjoys working with numbers and words. His poems can be found in various publications including: Clear Poetry, The Lampeter Review, The Black Sheep Journal, Dactyl Zine, <\/em>and London Grip.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cardigan Bay As a boy I wondered about the jigsaw strewn across the sand. The parts are taken by the waves, dad said. Salted and cleaned. I pictured the crab – pink, hard and quick to anger, attacking with a snapping claw. This flat, wet beach was a world to hunt. It scurried […]<\/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-10874","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\/10874","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=10874"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10874\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23832,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10874\/revisions\/23832"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10874"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10874"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10874"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nabout the jigsaw
\nstrewn across the sand.
\nThe parts are taken<\/em>
\nby the waves<\/em>, dad said.
\nSalted and cleaned.<\/em>
\nI pictured the crab –
\npink, hard and quick
\nto anger, attacking
\nwith a snapping claw.
\nThis flat, wet beach
\nwas a world to hunt.
\nIt scurried sideways
\nwith eyes on stalks
\nfor watchfulness.
\nIt was an ancient alien.
\nWill it be made<\/em>
\nwhole again?<\/em>
\nI asked.<\/p>\n