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Postcard from Barrow<\/strong><\/p>\n Five o\u2019clock at the end of Ocean Road, a string of stones You would put your hand on each one if you were here.<\/p>\n You would put your hand on each one, run over the cracks You would not mention how the sun soaks down the sides of the houses, There would be no reflection but a hole in the sky, Amy Lees<\/strong> is a happy convert to life in Norfolk, and her poems have been published in Envoi<\/em> and Stride,<\/em> and in anthologies by Gatehouse, Poetry Now<\/em> and Forward Press<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Postcard from Barrow Five o\u2019clock at the end of Ocean Road, a string of stones along the shore, each with a shadow longer, more misshapen than the next. You would put your hand on each one if you were here. You would put your hand on each one, run over the cracks to look […]<\/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-4905","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4905","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=4905"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4905\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4906,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4905\/revisions\/4906"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4905"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4905"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4905"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nalong the shore, each with a shadow longer, more misshapen than the next.<\/p>\n
\nto look for tiny, pointless beauty, a seam or a spray of lichen.<\/p>\n
\nhow the old, damp light clings to the bottom of each reed.<\/p>\n
\nan inverted moon, a channel, a corridor out.<\/p>\n