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Remembering the Trees<\/strong><\/p>\n Kauri Forest, New Zealand, 2013<\/em><\/p>\n It takes time to grow <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kathleen Jones<\/strong> writes poetry, fiction and biography.\u00a0 She has two lives – one in Cumbria and one in Italy connected by Ryanair.\u00a0 Her first collection\u00a0 Not Saying Goodbye at Gate 21<\/em><\/a> <\/em>won the Straid Award and she’s currently writing about the islands of the Haida Gwaii.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Against Remembering<\/strong><\/p>\n In remembering, that which should have died <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clarissa Aykroyd<\/strong> grew up in Victoria, Canada and now lives in London. Her\u00a0poems have\u00a0appeared in publications including The Missing Slate,\u00a0And Other Poems<\/em> and Shot Glass Journal\u00a0<\/em>and she has been nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize. She is the author of a blog on poetry in all its forms, The Stone and the Star<\/a> . Find her on Twitter: @stoneandthestar<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Remembering the Trees Kauri Forest, New Zealand, 2013 It takes time to grow a continent of rock, rooted in ocean.\u00a0 Time to grind and sift a handful of soil for a seed and two thousand rings of dense grain packed into furniture, floor boards a Whare, a house, the shaft of an axe. […]<\/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-7430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7430","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=7430"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7430\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7432,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7430\/revisions\/7432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na continent of rock, rooted
\nin ocean.\u00a0 Time
\nto grind and sift
\na handful of soil for a seed
\nand two thousand rings of dense grain
\npacked into furniture, floor boards
\na Whare, a house, the shaft
\nof an axe. . .<\/p>\n
\nstill lives. Remember your grandmother\u2019s eyes
\nand fear will pass, they said. But what remains
\nis a fear that I will never again
\nbe held so closely. All the hidden things,
\nthe black telephone, last things \u2013 all return.
\nLearn history, forget: those red poppies
\nconjure anger. Memories of your face,
\nthe knowledge that seven minutes later
\nI said those words \u2013 they\u2019re all that now remain.<\/p>\n