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A Desirable Location<\/strong><\/p>\n the dead dug themselves up the dead buried themselves <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joanna M Weston<\/strong>. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes<\/em>, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father<\/em>, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBook,\u00a0 The Willow Tree Girl<\/em> at\u00a0 her blog: 1960willowtree.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Desirable Location the dead dug themselves up from the graveyard moved their housing over the nearby hill so they\u2019d have a view out beyond the cliff to where sea winds lift waves high above grey-white cliffs the dead buried themselves deep under the warmth of poppies and columbine dandelions and vetch peered […]<\/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-4395","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4395","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=4395"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4395\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4397,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4395\/revisions\/4397"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfrom the graveyard
\nmoved their housing
\nover the nearby hill
\nso they\u2019d have a view
\nout beyond the cliff
\nto where sea winds
\nlift waves high above
\ngrey-white cliffs<\/p>\n
\ndeep under the warmth
\nof poppies and columbine
\ndandelions and vetch
\npeered through blossoms
\ncaught the scent of salt-water
\ndanced through moonlit nights
\nwith the taste of nectar
\ntickling their finger bones<\/p>\n