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Night Crawler<\/strong><\/p>\n What a smashed glass heavens Her corrugate, limb slithers You call her yeth worm, lob you say that her love is just a slippery coupling Don\u2019t you know she turns the earth for you, The stars are too bright, Down she goes to eat the dark <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Anna\u00a0Saunders<\/strong>\u00a0is the author of\u00a0Communion<\/em>,\u00a0(Wild Conversations Press),\u00a0Struck<\/em>,\u00a0(Pindrop Press)\u00a0Kissing the She Bear<\/em>,\u00a0(Wild Conversations Press),\u00a0Burne Jones and the Fox\u00a0<\/em>( Indigo Dreams) and\u00a0Ghosting for Beginners\u00a0<\/em>( Indigo Dreams, Spring 2018).\u00a0Anna\u00a0has had poems published in journals and anthologies, which include\u00a0Ambit, The North, New Walk Magazine, Amaryllis, Iota, Caduceus, Envoi, The Wenlock Anthology, Eyeflash, <\/em>and\u00a0The\u00a0Museum\u00a0of\u00a0Light<\/em>. Anna\u00a0is the CEO and founder of Cheltenham Poetry Festival.\u00a0https:\/\/annasaunderswriter.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Night Crawler What a smashed glass heavens for her glossy body to break out into. Her corrugate, limb slithers her head emerges from black like Orpheus, leaving her tail – like Persephone, below. You call her yeth worm, lob night crawler, the intestines of the earth a slithering nullities, you say that […]<\/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":[138,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18679","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=18679"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18681,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18679\/revisions\/18681"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor her glossy body to break out into.<\/p>\n
\nher head emerges from black like Orpheus,
\nleaving her tail – like Persephone, below.<\/p>\n
\nnight crawler, the intestines of the earth
\na slithering nullities,<\/p>\n
\nof two coiled crescents, slick against each other
\noily links on a chain.<\/p>\n
\nlets in air, angels?<\/p>\n
\nthe earth is warm.<\/p>\n
\nhand maiden of hades, swallowing stones
\nlike hard, grey truth.<\/p>\n