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The Space Between Breaths<\/strong> Some are uneasy about the space between breaths. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Annest Gwilym<\/strong> is the editor of the webzine Nine Muses Poetry<\/a>. Her writing has been widely published both online and in print. Her first pamphlet of poetry – Surfacing<\/em> \u2013 was published by \u00a0Lapwing Poetry<\/a> in 2018.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Space Between Breaths After Kate Edwards Some are uneasy about the space between breaths. They say she is a block of raw Carrara marble before the sculptor exposes a muscled form, or frankincense tendrils rising from a censer. To others she crackles like static and is a sleepless summer night in 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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19569","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=19569"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19765,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19569\/revisions\/19765"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAfter Kate Edwards<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThey say she is a block of raw Carrara marble
\nbefore the sculptor exposes a muscled form,
\nor frankincense tendrils rising from a censer.
\nTo others she crackles like static and is a
\nsleepless summer night in the Arctic.
\nThose who taste her insist she is sherbet
\ndancing on the tongue, or the moment before
\nice melts in gin. Gossips say she sometimes
\nlooks like Orion glimpsed between tall buildings,
\nis the patron saint of sky burials, an Aeolian harp
\ntangled in willow, the sea before plastic
\nor the first twist of blossom on the hawthorn.
\nSome suspect she hides in secret seams
\nof moonstone, deep in the hearts of mountains.
\nTo dream of her is to hold your breath,
\na foretaste and prelude to death.<\/p>\n