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Melon Picker<\/strong><\/p>\n Death touched your feet It felt from the lip of the leaf Every time the wind eclipsed your vision. drag them. Could I ever Where you knelt bleeding the lines was the thing that killed us, sun bloat gold To greet the toll lifting your song-lines <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Helen Calcutt<\/strong>‘s\u00a0 first pamphlet publication Sudden rainfall (<\/em> Perdika Press)<\/a>\u00a0 was shortlisted for the PBS Pamphlet Choice Award, and recently listed one of Waterstones\u2019 best-selling pamphlet collections. She performs internationally,\u00a0notably for institutions as diverse as Poetry International,\u00a0N.A.W.E., and Andrew Motion\u2019s\u00a0\u00a0Poetry By Heart.\u00a0 She is currently poet-in-residence of Loughborough University, where she is also a visiting lecturer in Creative and Professional Writing. She is working on Unable Mother<\/em>, which directly explores her experience of first-time motherhood. She is also a qualified dance artist<\/a> and choreographer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Melon Picker Death touched your feet with its wing. It felt how you cut the cord, carried their boulder warmth from the lip of the leaf to the gut of the bowl. Every time the wind disturbed a shock of trees the dry light eclipsed your vision. You would drop them, drag them. […]<\/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-13387","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13387","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=13387"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13387\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13389,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13387\/revisions\/13389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13387"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13387"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13387"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith its wing.<\/p>\n
\nhow you cut the cord, carried
\ntheir boulder warmth<\/p>\n
\nto the gut of the bowl.<\/p>\n
\ndisturbed a shock of trees
\nthe dry light<\/p>\n
\nYou would drop them,<\/p>\n
\nunderstand the pain
\nof broken feet?<\/p>\n
\nunder the night\u2019s drunken expanse<\/p>\n
\nyou walked, you wept \u2013
\nSheer tiredness<\/p>\n
\nas it killed you then. Seeing the same<\/p>\n
\nover black boulder seeds,
\nknocking like enormous breasts \u2013<\/p>\n
\nthat carried the dawn<\/p>\n
\nand you
\nback to the barren harvest.<\/p>\n