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Fisherdad<\/strong><\/p>\n i<\/p>\n dropped knees into oil, scum u<\/p>\n spat into sea, delved for ii<\/p>\n gulped back words, uu<\/p>\n slicked the hull, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Amy Ekins-Coward<\/strong> lives in South Tyneside with her wife and cockapoo.\u00a0All three enjoy long walks on the beach and having friends round for dinner.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fisherdad i dropped knees into oil, scum that lined the pier, called out, voice sore as cut-glass salt, tongue a quivering just-caught flounder \u2013 baltic, brassic, coin scales worthless u spat into sea, delved for a wet wink, masked a tear in need of blinking away \u2013 a long way to go, to bring […]<\/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-13689","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13689","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=13689"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13689\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14055,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13689\/revisions\/14055"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13689"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13689"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13689"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat lined the pier, called
\nout, voice sore as cut-glass
\nsalt, tongue a quivering
\njust-caught flounder \u2013 baltic,
\nbrassic, coin scales worthless<\/p>\n
\na wet wink, masked a tear in
\nneed of blinking away \u2013 a long way
\nto go, to bring home
\nslick-backed fillets,\u00a0<\/span><\/span>the eyes
\ndull as chip-paper<\/p>\n
\nsorrow slipping
\ninto tides<\/p>\n
\na salt-worn palm \u00ad\u2013
\na gesture<\/p>\n