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Their Prints<\/strong><\/p>\n Moths, ghosts, this house is full of them, They inhabit a world I see from a distance <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sally Festing<\/strong> is part of 4×4, a group adding music and visuals to their Aldebrugh event on 3 November, 4.15-5.15pm. Doors Opening<\/em> and Font<\/em> were published last year. www.sallyfesting.info<\/a> and www.saltmarshpoetry.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Their Prints Moths, ghosts, this house is full of them, we live with waves of silence but their life roars enormous through our rooms \u2013 hung on walls, stuffed in bookcases, leaking from wounded suitcases tied with string. So easy for them to get lost. They inhabit a world I see from a […]<\/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-14730","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14730","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=14730"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14730\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15076,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14730\/revisions\/15076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14730"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14730"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14730"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwe live with waves of silence but their life
\nroars enormous through our rooms \u2013
\nhung on walls, stuffed in bookcases, leaking
\nfrom wounded suitcases tied with string.
\nSo easy for them to get lost.<\/p>\n
\nbut can\u2019t yet join. I might press some digit to connect
\nor perhaps thread words to tumble them back,
\nall talking, arguing. It rained last night,
\nand the dead came down with the drops
\nto meet at a terminal where the land
\nis flat and windblown (it really belongs
\nto the birds). The quiet stores their smiles.<\/p>\n