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Just A Mountain I wouldn\u2019t say it\u2019s early, the sky\u2019s crawling with stars Let\u2019s be honest, it\u2019s late. Nothing like being suspended Here\u2019s the joke: I sit on my volcano <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dill Darling<\/strong> lives between London and the Cotswolds. Her poems have appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies and she\u2019s currently working towards a first pamphlet. She also paints and writes the odd song lyric.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just A Mountain I\u2019m sitting on the edge of a volcano and I have this weird uneasy feeling, like I\u2019m sitting on the edge of a volcano. I wouldn\u2019t say it\u2019s early, the sky\u2019s crawling with stars and I\u2019m still looking for something to do with all these reasons I have. Let\u2019s be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-6312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6312","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=6312"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6312\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6314,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6312\/revisions\/6314"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nI\u2019m sitting on the edge of a volcano
\nand I have this weird uneasy feeling,
\nlike I\u2019m sitting on the edge of a volcano.<\/p>\n
\nand I\u2019m still looking for something to do
\nwith all these reasons I have.<\/p>\n
\nIn another time I\u2019m no doubt cuter
\nand better adapted to island life.
\nTonight I live in a place where every light\u2019s a red light
\nand a man doesn\u2019t know whether to brake or step inside.<\/p>\n
\nbetween the frightened and the fallen
\nto notice how a belief in nothing trumps nothing at all.
\nStill, I\u2019ll probably hold onto it just in case
\nlike the joker in a deck of cards.<\/p>\n
\nknowing it could blow my ass off.
\nKnowing I could make it
\njust a mountain, right now, if I wanted to.<\/p>\n