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The Beach<\/strong><\/p>\n Dead sand trickles between my naked toes. Swimmers and surfers, those gritty heroes The deaf land concentrates on revelry its woeful burdens. From nearby, someone <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Michael Farry<\/strong> was selected for Poetry Ireland Introductions 2011. His poetry collection, Asking for Directions<\/em>, was published by Doghouse Books in 2012. His poetry has been published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, Israel, Australia and Canada.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Beach Dead sand trickles between my naked toes. Crushed winter light befuddles borders, obscures the pier, unsettles the breakwater; ships labour under dubious cargoes. Swimmers and surfers, those gritty heroes of the shallows, have deserted, children, amateur architects in sand and stone, fled for comfort to the cheerful shadows. The deaf land concentrates […]<\/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":[136,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2017-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13446","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=13446"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13446\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13450,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13446\/revisions\/13450"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13446"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13446"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13446"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nCrushed winter light befuddles borders,
\nobscures the pier, unsettles the breakwater;
\nships labour under dubious cargoes.<\/p>\n
\nof the shallows, have deserted, children,
\namateur architects in sand and stone,
\nfled for comfort to the cheerful shadows.<\/p>\n
\nand commerce, ignores the looming triremes,
\nthe insensitive advance of the sea,<\/p>\n
\nVon Braun or Menelaus maybe, salutes.
\nDesolate, I raise my shaven head, scream.<\/p>\n