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White Blues<\/strong><\/p>\n The icebergs float in stately queues Come close, the boatman says, We drift by nearer, scraping moir\u00e9 ice Deep and groaning with great hollow voice, Its flakes compact and densely crushed; Tight bound, for now, in bright orange mesh, To the harsh and thirsty melt-lands of Arabia. Penguins slipping off like oiled fish <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clive Donovan<\/strong> devotes himself full-time to poetry and lives in the creative atmosphere of Totnes in Devon. He has had many poems published in poetry magazines including Agenda, Acumen, Salzburg Review, Ink Sweat & Tears<\/em>. He has yet to publish a first collection.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" White Blues The icebergs float in stately queues Cracked off from a continent fringed by blue. Come close, the boatman says, You can tap them, make them speak. We drift by nearer, scraping moir\u00e9 ice And I strike the giant block and it trembles with song Deep and groaning with great hollow voice, […]<\/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-15669","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15669","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=15669"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15669\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15694,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15669\/revisions\/15694"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15669"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15669"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15669"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nCracked off from a continent fringed by blue.<\/p>\n
\nYou can tap them, make them speak.<\/p>\n
\nAnd I strike the giant block and it trembles with song<\/p>\n
\nRecollecting aeons of winter and snow,<\/p>\n
\nFrozen and firm, this antique slab.<\/p>\n
\nThrobbing engines launch its brisk northern dash<\/p>\n
\nMournful sea lions flap goodbye,<\/p>\n
\nScramble back to their unstable shore.<\/p>\n