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Not yet a ghost<\/strong><\/p>\n A light still operates inside A corona of moths searches like a sketch of someone on its cord, encased\u00a0 in web, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Rebecca Gethin<\/strong> lives on Dartmoor. She has had two novels published by Cinnamon Press who also published her second poetry collection, A Handful of Water<\/em>. A pamphlet called A Rowan Sprig<\/em> is to be published by Three Drops in a Cauldron in 2016 and another pamphlet is looking for a home. She is a Hawthornden Fellow and her web\/ blogsite is\u00a0 www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Not yet a ghost A light still operates inside the phone box with its red paint flaking off the grid of panes. A corona of moths searches for an entrance.\u00a0 Inside, a shroud of cobwebs\u00a0 embodies the space, like a sketch of someone stood waiting for an incoming call \u2013 but the receiver […]<\/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-12256","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\/12256","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=12256"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12256\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12257,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12256\/revisions\/12257"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe phone box with its red paint
\nflaking off the grid of panes.<\/p>\n
\nfor an entrance.\u00a0 Inside, a shroud
\nof cobwebs\u00a0 embodies the space,<\/p>\n
\nstood waiting for an incoming call \u2013
\nbut the receiver dangles<\/p>\n
\nand no voice asks again and again
\nfor a word with the spiders.<\/p>\n