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Burial in Rub’ al Khali<\/strong><\/p>\n Because she was a girl between the hurting spaces gleamed phosphorus over his brow Sand hovered like a god. from the earth, the pollen And all the while over the darkening of his face. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Helen Calcutt<\/strong> is an English poet choreographer and dance artist. Associated with the traditions of European verse, her work has received global publication, featuring in journals such as Equinox<\/em> , The London Magazine<\/em>, The Salzburg Review<\/em>, Poetry Scotland<\/em>, and The New Yorker<\/em>. She is founder of radical contemporary project \u00e9criture corporelle<\/em> \u00a0\u2013 a \u2018bodily writing\u2019 which launched at the internationally acclaimed Poetry International Festival in July 2014. The project is set to tour extensively across the UK in 2015. She is the author of\u00a0 Sudden rainfal<\/em>l her first collection of poetry, published by experimental English publishing house Perdika Press.\u00a0http:\/\/helencalcutt.org\/ Burial in Rub’ al Khali Because she was a girl he sought to bury her. Under the open spaces between the hurting spaces where the moon hung fat. The cut of light between hills gleamed phosphorus over his brow where the black bird planted its black foot. Sand hovered like a god. […]<\/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-8319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8319","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=8319"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8319\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8323,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8319\/revisions\/8323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe sought to bury her.
\nUnder the open spaces<\/p>\n
\nwhere the moon hung fat.
\nThe cut of light between hills<\/p>\n
\nwhere the black bird
\nplanted its black foot.<\/p>\n
\nHis hands bled salt
\nas they pitched the bleak fire<\/p>\n
\nof the world\u2019s wasteland
\ndancing like a wasteland.<\/p>\n
\nthe little girl brushed the sand-fall away.
\nAs it fell sideways<\/p>\n
\nAs the father dug his daughter\u2019s grave
\nshe brushed the sand-fall away.<\/p>\n
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