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Sun Room<\/strong><\/p>\n The builders dug the foundations, flooded them They brought in glass, stacked it high, It was when I was growing you, drinking water all day when my belly was full of your tiny bones when you sucked in my skin for your skin, I lay there, imagining your feet I heard a bird shuffle on the sun room roof <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Abigail Meeke<\/strong> lives in Devon with her husband and baby daughter. She gained her BA in Theology 12 years ago and was a newspaper journalist for ten years before she went over to the dark side – PR. She gained her MA in Creative Writing in 2011.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sun Room The builders dug the foundations, flooded them with concrete. I watched it set under a red sky. They brought in glass, stacked it high, a lofty frame to catch the sun and moon. It was when I was growing you, drinking water all day to stop you from wilting in […]<\/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-8155","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155","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=8155"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8157,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8155\/revisions\/8157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8155"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8155"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8155"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith concrete. I watched it set under a red sky.<\/p>\n
\na lofty frame to catch the sun and moon.<\/p>\n
\nto stop you from wilting in the heat;<\/p>\n
\nand fast-thumping heart;<\/p>\n
\nsilently, in nights too hot for sleep.<\/p>\n
\ngently tapping my hands.<\/p>\n
\nand wondered if today would release us.<\/p>\n