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Lambent<\/strong><\/p>\n On the Fen, they wait for you <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Charley Reay<\/strong> is a writer and spoken word artist from the Lincolnshire Fens.\u00a0 She is currently based in Newcastle Upon Tyne, where she has lived for almost a decade.\u00a0 Her poems have been published by I Am Not A Silent Poet<\/em> and Writers Against Prejudice<\/em>.\u00a0 She is a regular performer on the North East spoken word scene.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lambent On the Fen, they wait for you lanterns held to guide you in to their quagmire caltrop trap. The sucking, stinking peat sea-salted silt where you could be preserved for future gawpers: Your frit-faced, leather-skin mask askew from the weight of centuries of mud. Charley Reay is a writer and […]<\/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-14408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14408","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=14408"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14408\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14411,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14408\/revisions\/14411"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlanterns held to guide you in
\nto their quagmire caltrop trap.
\nThe sucking, stinking peat
\nsea-salted silt where you could be
\npreserved for future gawpers:
\nYour frit-faced, leather-skin mask
\naskew from the weight
\nof centuries of mud.<\/p>\n