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A Rock, Three Seagulls, You<\/strong><\/p>\n A reason to be there, I suppose, The sea slopped on the ledge You stood beside me I keep a picture in my mind: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0M. V.\u00a0Williams<\/strong> is a poet and novelist. She’s old but feisty and is a member of several poetry groups. Widely published, she has won awards for her poetry, and has also published short stories, novels and non fiction.\u00a0 www.valentinewilliams.co.uk <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Rock, Three Seagulls, You A reason to be there, I suppose, casting a line for snappers, the swell rising and retreating at our feet. Three seagulls came to watch, crowning the rock. The sea slopped on the ledge and gannets stole the bait we cast far out, into deep water, to […]<\/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-8507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8507","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=8507"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8510,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8507\/revisions\/8510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncasting a line for snappers,
\nthe swell rising and retreating at our feet.
\nThree seagulls came to watch,
\ncrowning the rock.<\/p>\n
\nand gannets stole the bait
\nwe cast far out, into deep water,
\nto keep ourselves from talking
\nabout us.<\/p>\n
\nfacing the wildness of this southern sea
\nboth of us hoping
\nnothing was on the line,
\nno fish to kill, no hook to disengage.<\/p>\n
\na rock, three seagulls, you.<\/p>\n