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The Icknield Way reaches the coast The line endures, Ancient industries, knife blade and axe and adze, Here, now, the blade born hiss of grasses <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chris Michaelides<\/strong> was born in a village that gradually became an outer London suburb. She now lives in as small \u00a0and remote a village in East Anglia as is compatible with the daily journey to work. Music, time to look around and breathe deeply are precious.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Icknield Way reaches the coast The line endures, resistant, as an unworked seam of flint following the chalk. Iron salted, sprung from sea wash, braided ghost road, liminal, a trackway from a distal point in time. Ancient industries, knife blade and axe and adze, touch and retouch us with patina of water, earth […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-3112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3112","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=3112"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3112\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3115,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3112\/revisions\/3115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nresistant, as an unworked seam of flint
\nfollowing the chalk.
\nIron salted, sprung from sea wash,
\nbraided ghost road, liminal,
\na trackway from a distal point in time.<\/p>\n
\ntouch and retouch us
\nwith patina of water, earth and air.
\nFrom stone to wooden henge
\nthe traded arms, denatured, now by nature long forgiven,
\nknapped and tanged and darkly faceted,
\ntransit through the years.<\/p>\n
\nmeets the wash of sea,
\nand underneath the waves the chalk pale footsteps still tread on
\ntheir ancient, dusty path across the sunken ridgeways,
\nfractured ripples fading under the curlew\u2019s bleaching cry.<\/p>\n