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Ice<\/strong><\/p>\n These days the permafrost is no such thing, Revenants with their bronze-age seeds, knapped flints, earthworks, long barrows, some chieftain\u2019s chilly tomb; The ice caps calve, the seas and vapours rise; <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cliff Forshaw<\/strong> has been writer-in-residence in California, France, Kyrgizstan, Romania and Tasmania, twice a Hawthornden Writing Fellow, and appeared at the International Poetry Festival, Nicaragua. Collections include Vandemonian<\/em> (Arc, 2013), Pilgrim Tongues<\/em> (Wrecking Ball, 2015) and Satyr<\/em> (Shoestring, 2017).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ice These days the permafrost is no such thing, breeds crooked shoots, springs fingers. Ancient hands reach out to us from ice through melting rings: our histories disinterred from broken land. Revenants with their bronze-age seeds, knapped flints, vague hints of trade, origins, signs of plague. Another hottest-summer-yet reveals hieroglyphs embossed across […]<\/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-19779","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\/19779","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=19779"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19779\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19780,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19779\/revisions\/19780"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbreeds crooked shoots, springs fingers. Ancient hands
\nreach out to us from ice through melting rings:
\nour histories disinterred from broken land.<\/p>\n
\nvague hints of trade, origins, signs of plague.
\nAnother hottest-summer-yet reveals
\nhieroglyphs embossed across the dusty fields:<\/p>\n
\nthe migrant tucked into his alpine womb\u2019s
\nshucked out unborn, as glaciers puddle into light.<\/p>\n
\nmethane\u2019s unlocking from its frozen sink.
\nThink things unleashed, the new abnormal, watch laden skies\u2026<\/p>\n