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the plunge the updraft lifts the heavens the girl’s charcoal imprint, cursed, maddened by the blood pulsing in her ears now, he is always otherwhere, where she is herself, encapsulated, as she pushes down, through heavy water, fathoms from home, upside down, <\/p>\n the plunge wild flowers, earth bound ever moribund rooted to cracks in the cliff face. there they watch, blind witnesses, under starlit sky, as the girl yokes her ankle, ties the tether. the updraft lifts the heavens breath of angels fills to booming, such is the looming wind, crushing the waves. sweet airs, […]<\/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-3896","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3896","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=3896"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3896\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3898,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3896\/revisions\/3898"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nwild flowers, earth bound
\never moribund
\nrooted to cracks in the cliff face.
\nthere they watch, blind witnesses, under starlit sky,
\nas the girl yokes her ankle, ties the tether.<\/p>\n
\nbreath of angels fills to booming,
\nsuch is the looming wind, crushing the waves.
\nsweet airs, like canticles, break into particles of sound
\nseismic, immovable, under a blackening sky.<\/p>\n
\nagainst the light, the Grecian curve of her form
\nno sooner begotten as forgotten.
\ninto the giddy depths she plunges,
\nor rather, slows her descent.<\/p>\n
\nalways the challenge, the fulminating glue
\nscrewing her to the sticking point,
\nthough she was given the starkest of warnings:
\nshe saw\u00a0her lover\u00a0die.<\/p>\n
\nthough she counts the seconds for him yet,
\ntiming him as he shoots into the murk.
\nseconds that turned to hours, churning days,
\nwhittling weeks down to this moment;<\/p>\n
\nsquared down to force, to fire – unquenchable.
\ndecompression booms like a cannon,
\nso she swallows, body thirsting for something
\nmore than oxygen.<\/p>\n
\nwiring fixed, set to phosphorescence
\nthe naked dream blurs into steel bands, seizing the organ,
\npumping the last of her air through the branches of her lungs –
\nspread like Christ\u2019s outstretched palms.<\/p>\n
\non the wrong side of the earth; the wire taut, sprung –
\nshe finally touches the edge of understanding
\nwhat the boy was reaching for all those times –
\nin the dark, under the water,
\nshe sees what he saw.<\/p>\n