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Under the Volcano, 23 June 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n In the distance, Mt. Etna rises, I sit at a caf\u00e9 on the square. Bold headlines blare and blast, I look to the horizon, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Susan Castillo Street<\/strong> is Harriet Beecher Stowe Professor Emerita, King\u2019s College, University of London.\u00a0 She has published three collections of poems, The Candlewoman\u2019s Trade<\/em> (Diehard Press, 2003), Abiding Chemistry,<\/em>\u00a0 (Aldrich Press, 2015), and Constellations<\/em> (Three Drops Press, 2016), as well as several scholarly monographs and edited anthologies. Her poems have appeared in Southern Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, Messages in a Bottle, The Missing Slate, Clear Poetry, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Foliate Oak, The Yellow Chair Review<\/em>, and other journals and anthologies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Under the Volcano, 23 June 2016 In the distance, Mt. Etna rises, summit veiled in smoke and clouds.\u00a0 Below, fields ripple out, fold into deep blue valley. I sit at a caf\u00e9 on the square. Passegiata crowds surge and swirl. Two men strum plaintive mandolins. At a nearby table, a tourist reads […]<\/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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15432","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=15432"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15433,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15432\/revisions\/15433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nsummit veiled in smoke
\nand clouds.\u00a0 Below, fields ripple out,
\nfold into deep blue valley.<\/p>\n
\nPassegiata crowds surge and swirl.
\nTwo men strum plaintive mandolins.
\nAt a nearby table, a tourist reads his news.<\/p>\n
\nboast of regained sovereignty.
\nIt all seems so remote here
\non this island in the sun.<\/p>\n
\nfeel beneath my feet
\nthe trembling \u00a0ground ,
\nthe coming rain of liquid fire.<\/p>\n