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Norfolk Sands<\/strong><\/p>\n The sea is drawn back like a blind We walk away from ourselves This will be land for just a little longer.<\/p>\n We stop, tune in Not even gulls come here Now the world exists a strip of saffron, of periwinkle, We have stepped through the frame of a Rothko.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n James R Kilner<\/strong> worked as a journalist in the newspaper industry in Yorkshire for a number of years, before embarking on full-time PhD research. His publication credits – forthcoming and previous – include Other Poetry, The New Writer <\/em>and Aesthetica.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Norfolk Sands The sea is drawn back like a blind from a window. The sands near Wells are amber and open \u2013 half a mile or more to the water\u2019s edge. We walk away from ourselves over sand that feels like new snow, or corrugated iron, over brittle shells snapping painfully beneath […]<\/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-7222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7222","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=7222"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7222\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7225,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7222\/revisions\/7225"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfrom a window. The sands near Wells
\nare amber and open \u2013 half a mile
\nor more to the water\u2019s edge.<\/p>\n
\nover sand that feels like new snow,
\nor corrugated iron, over brittle shells
\nsnapping painfully beneath bare feet.<\/p>\n
\nto the silence.<\/p>\n
\nwhere there is nothing
\nbut frequencies of light.<\/p>\n
\non the principle
\nof the horizontal:<\/p>\n
\nof ultramarine.<\/p>\n