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Missing: Moth Cabinet No. 3 (Sphingidae)<\/strong><\/p>\n After the Sphingidae disappeared, until bodies floated into his retina. until the blanched rings on a Poplar moth That night, he found the Privet, the Death\u2019s-head A Cinnabar came to rest on his mouth the red and black of its flamenco wings from the Sunda Kelapa. The wind <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Elisabeth Sennitt Clough<\/strong> lives in South Limburg with her husband and three young children. She is writing her first collection, At or Below Sea Level<\/em>, and is actively involved with the Maastricht Creative Writers\u2019 Group. Elisabeth has been shortlisted for numerous competitions, including the Bridport Prize (2013).\u00a0\u00a0 Twitter: @LizSennitt<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Missing: Moth Cabinet No. 3 (Sphingidae) After the Sphingidae disappeared, he sensed them back to light like Newton, stared at the pale until bodies floated into his retina. His eyes became wings, they flittered back and forth from detail to detail until the blanched rings on a Poplar moth formed from the […]<\/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-7035","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7035","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=7035"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7035\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7037,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7035\/revisions\/7037"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7035"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7035"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7035"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe sensed them back to light
\nlike Newton, stared at the pale<\/p>\n
\nHis eyes became wings, they flittered
\nback and forth from detail to detail<\/p>\n
\nformed from the knots in a Batavian teak
\ncabinet in his bedchamber.<\/p>\n
\nand the Lime in the blotted leather
\nof an East India shipping log cover.<\/p>\n
\nthe day they packed his cases of taxa
\ninto Europe-bound crates. It pressed<\/p>\n
\nagainst his lips, pulsed his words
\nthrough its skirts like a dancing girl<\/p>\n
\nfrom its drumming, strong enough
\nto shatter thirty glass cabinets.<\/p>\n