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Cliff<\/strong><\/p>\n You don\u2019t remember this point? You don\u2019t remember the subterfuges – You strolled down to the beech You swore you would never return – <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Danielle Hope<\/strong> is a poet and doctor, originally from Lancashire, now living in London. She founded and edited Zenos<\/em>, a British and international poetry magazine, worked for Survivors\u2019 poetry, and is currently advisory editor for Acumen Literary Magazine<\/em>. Her work has been published widely in magazines, anthologies and on the London Underground. She has published 4 collections with Rockingham press. Website www.daniellehope.org<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Twitter @Danielle_Poet<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cliff You don\u2019t remember this point? A stone cottage balanced on a cliff. It was spring, the previous guests left thrift in an egg cup on the shelf. You don\u2019t remember the subterfuges – changing history as easy as making tea. White foam wore down stones the bread tasted sugary. You strolled […]<\/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-8697","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8697","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=8697"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8697\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8699,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8697\/revisions\/8699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8697"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8697"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8697"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA stone cottage balanced on a cliff.
\nIt was spring, the previous guests left
\nthrift in an egg cup on the shelf.<\/p>\n
\nchanging history as easy as making tea.
\nWhite foam wore down stones
\nthe bread tasted sugary.<\/p>\n
\nalong the paths of sheep
\nthought you saw a grey seal
\nbeyond the place the wreakers used.<\/p>\n
\nseaweed wrote warnings on the sand.
\nBut now you can\u2019t recall
\nwho was spared and who drowned.<\/p>\n