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Hitting Home<\/strong><\/p>\n Jets scream into the valley.\u00a0 I bend but you stiffen and that I can’t Rhymes, wind-chimes, I’m fixing a hole Till owl-song, a warning; clash shouldered open, my \u2018hello\u2019 lost at rage that puts jets in the shade <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jean Riley<\/strong> moved in 2018, Year of the Sea, to Pembrokeshire from Gloucestershire from where she draws poets to read at her local Museum, and runs poetry workshops.\u00a0 <\/em>She has read at Cheltenham Poetry Festival and work appears in Aldeburgh Poetry Trust’s ‘Stuff’, Envoi, The Rialto, Obsessed with Pipework<\/em> and Under the Radar<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hitting Home Jets scream into the valley.\u00a0 I bend to cover you with whispers, spread finger-shields of bone but you stiffen and that I can’t erase harm on waves of sound, assails me, trails us. Rhymes, wind-chimes, a blackbird and, slowed to a lullaby, I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets […]<\/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-19261","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19261","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=19261"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19261\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19314,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19261\/revisions\/19314"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nto cover you with whispers,
\nspread finger-shields of bone<\/p>\n
\nerase harm on waves of sound,
\nassails me, trails us.<\/p>\n
\na blackbird and, slowed
\nto a lullaby,<\/p>\n
\nwhere the rain gets in –
\nsweet as milk.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nof crowded woodland Ash;
\nlate footsteps, the door<\/p>\n
\nin the shudder, reverberation.
\nHere\u2019s my struck-dumb alarm, again,<\/p>\n
\nand I can’t reach back far enough
\nto rock that cradle.<\/p>\n