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House on a cliff He spies his future, rhododendron foundations, precarious, roll <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jennie Owen<\/strong> is an experienced University Lecturer in Creative writing, she is also a Senior Editor for The Blackmarket Review<\/em> on-line journal. \u00a0A member of Skelmersdale Writers, she is a proudly dyslexic, long time writer and lover of poetry.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" House on a cliff The little wooden house peers over the edge, at generations of his owners inching forward. \u00a0A premonition of fence tips, broken teeth in free fall white foam and roar. He spies his future, rhododendron roots and cats bones that kneel at the foot of nothing. \u00a0He stares, fractured […]<\/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-4208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4208","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=4208"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4210,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4208\/revisions\/4210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nThe little wooden house
\npeers over the edge, at
\ngenerations of his owners
\ninching forward. \u00a0A premonition
\nof fence tips, broken teeth in
\nfree fall white foam and roar.<\/p>\n
\nroots and cats bones that kneel
\nat the foot of nothing. \u00a0He
\nstares, fractured eyes look at
\ngrey sky. Diving forward, the<\/p>\n
\nto salt. \u00a0He holds his breath.
\nSteadies himself.
\nWaits.<\/p>\n