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Shingle<\/strong><\/p>\n In time, he became shingle, spent his days Deep in the swirling current, he bubbled with stories The dredgers came for him on a regular basis, When he died, they buried him at sea, rapt <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Lovell<\/strong>\u00a0won the Flambard Prize in 2015 and has been shortlisted for several awards including the Basil Bunting Prize, the Robert Graves Prize and Periplum Book Award. She has been published by Against the Grain Press and Coast to Coast to Coast. This Tilting Earth<\/em> is to be published by Seren in Spring 2019.\u00a0Jane also writes for Elementum Journal.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Shingle In time, he became shingle, spent his days shifting up the coast, piling quietly into the river mouth, buggering up the Harbour channel. Hulls of ships grated on bewildered tides, tankers grounded between groynes. Deep in the swirling current, he bubbled with stories blacker and funnier than hell. Words rose in […]<\/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-18827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18827","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=18827"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18828,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18827\/revisions\/18828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nshifting up the coast, piling quietly into the river mouth,
\nbuggering up the Harbour channel.
\nHulls of ships grated on bewildered tides,
\ntankers grounded between groynes.<\/p>\n
\nblacker and funnier than hell.
\nWords rose in a jumble of fish-eye worlds, breaking
\nthe surface, its choppy brine dipped by gulls and terns.
\nHis eyes glimmered skyward, blue flint.<\/p>\n
\nferried him home in a convoy of trucks along the coast
\nwhere she waited, dominating the skyline
\nall the way to Pett, the sun in her eyes,
\nthrift and eyebright in her fractured heart.<\/p>\n
\nin a dream woven from the palest light, the light
\nof solitude, when the sun lies long across the sound
\nand it’s just you, the lonely call of curlews,
\nand pebbles rattling with the tide.<\/p>\n