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Sea<\/strong><\/p>\n You made me the sea- Now, the cat scratches at your cardboard when he needs to go outside.<\/p>\n You made me the sea, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Orla McArt<\/strong> is and English and history teacher on the west coast of Ireland. She is passionate about poetry, creative fiction and photography.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sea You made me the sea- trapped behind two toilet rolls encaged in a deconstructed Cornflake’s box smothered with pink face paint and smattered with twinkling glitters. When I peered inside I was transported to Mullaghmore. Swarming waves smashed up against the rocks like tortured bees forgoing all; protecting their queen. Consumed by […]<\/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-7612","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7612","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=7612"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7612\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7614,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7612\/revisions\/7614"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntrapped behind two toilet rolls
\nencaged in a deconstructed Cornflake’s box
\nsmothered with pink face paint and smattered with
\ntwinkling glitters.
\nWhen I peered inside I was
\ntransported to Mullaghmore.
\nSwarming waves smashed up against the rocks
\nlike tortured bees forgoing all;
\nprotecting their queen.
\nConsumed by the warmth of your heart
\nthe nimbleness of your fingers,
\nI almost forgot to look under the bed-
\nwhere your store bought gift lay-
\nopen and abandoned.
\nTherein lay the disappointment.<\/p>\n
\nBut I’m not that strong.<\/p>\n