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Cemetery<\/strong><\/p>\n Death lives on a hillside <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Melanie Branton<\/strong> is a spoken word artist from North Somerset with two published collections: Can You See Where I’m Coming From? <\/i><\/a>(Burning Eye, 2018) and My Cloth-Eared Heart <\/i>(Oversteps, 2017). Her work has appeared in journals including Ink, Sweat & Tears<\/i>, Bare Fiction<\/i>, The Frogmore Papers<\/i>, Atrium<\/i> and London Grip<\/i>. Blog: https:\/\/melaniebranton.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cemetery Death lives on a hillside with a dirty virgin an angel with her face smashed in a baby who is \u201csafe with Jesus\u201d an anchor wrapped in a chain as if Hope would escape if it wasn\u2019t bolted down overhead the woods where you can get lost the ivy-coloured woods the […]<\/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-19281","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\/19281","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=19281"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19337,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19281\/revisions\/19337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith a dirty virgin
\nan angel with her face smashed in
\na baby who is \u201csafe with Jesus\u201d
\nan anchor wrapped in a chain
\nas if Hope would escape if it wasn\u2019t bolted down
\noverhead the woods
\nwhere you can get lost
\nthe ivy-coloured woods
\nthe breakneck stony-pathed woods<\/p>\n