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Archaeology<\/strong><\/p>\n When we light the fire under you, consider this; Every summer, for its whole life, Everything is nature, we all eat light, Think about it. When it dried and hardened to bones, We should open our eyes, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ali Jones<\/strong> is a writer from Oxford. She is interested in how words can allow us to time travel, and to make sense of the world around us in terms of our experience, and the history of experience held within the landscape. She is also a teacher of English and Media Studies at an inner city school.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Archaeology When we light the fire under you, consider this; that a glowing coal, embering away, was once a tall tree, a fern, or a reed, maybe? It lived, once, a hundred million years ago, can you imagine that? Every summer, for its whole life, it reached for the sun and caught […]<\/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-13768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13768","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=13768"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13768\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14353,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13768\/revisions\/14353"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat a glowing coal, embering away,
\nwas once a tall tree, a fern, or a reed, maybe?
\nIt lived, once, a hundred million years ago,
\ncan you imagine that?<\/p>\n
\nit reached for the sun and caught light,
\nmagicked it into itself, bark, twigs, leaves,
\nbecause it could.<\/p>\n
\nwhen this thing died, it fell, maybe into water,
\nsleeping for aeons in decay,
\nfolding itself back into the earth.<\/p>\n
\nOne year, an exhalation, a decade in a finger snap,
\nyour whole life is a cloud, shifting.<\/p>\n
\nsomeone dug it up and brought it here,
\nscuttled it into the grate,
\nand now that sunlight is heating you,
\ncarrying you away.<\/p>\n
\nsee what we can,
\nbefore they close forever;
\nlook carefully, every day.<\/p>\n