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This is Where<\/strong><\/p>\n the grass-seeds quiver, and the sky She asks me to close my eyes. and remember the boy who fucked me I remember his friend with the deep-deep I see the church full of people; as he carried his friend in the coffin. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Anita Bell<\/strong> lives with her family on the Somerset\/ Wiltshire border near Frome.\u00a0 She complete the MA in Creative Writing at Bath Spa University in 2014 and attends a monthly seminar group with The Poetry School. Two of her poems were published in the 2016 Summer edition of Under the Radar<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is Where the grass-seeds quiver, and the sky bends to the curve of the sea. She asks me to close my eyes. I listen to the wind rattle the fields and remember the boy who fucked me in a bed of barley pearls. I remember his friend with the deep-deep laugh I wanted […]<\/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-13436","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13436","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=13436"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13436\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13870,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13436\/revisions\/13870"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13436"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13436"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbends to the curve of the sea.<\/p>\n
\nI listen to the wind rattle the fields<\/p>\n
\nin a bed of barley pearls.<\/p>\n
\nlaugh I wanted to kiss,<\/p>\n
\nthe boy in the aisle, his slow step pace<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s surprising how much earth it takes.<\/p>\n