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The Slate Museum<\/strong><\/p>\n Machinery peeled from sudden rain over the shoulder <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Eluned Jones<\/strong> lives and works in Aberystwyth in mid Wales.\u00a0 Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Orbis, Brittle Star, The Frogmore Papers <\/em>and\u00a0 Obsessed with Pipework.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Notes: The Slate Museum Machinery peeled from sudden rain over the shoulder of black light the chwarel quarrel yr hen ddyn a\u2019i hammer his chisel splitting the hard word to the grandfather clock I start to remember, this is the story of the girl and her little black cat, the cat her father […]<\/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-8839","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8839","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=8839"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8839\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8841,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8839\/revisions\/8841"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8839"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8839"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8839"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof black light the chwarel quarrel yr hen ddyn a\u2019i hammer
\nhis chisel splitting the hard word to the grandfather clock I start
\nto remember, this is the story of the girl and her little
\nblack cat, the cat her father drowned and mam is spreading
\nher bread and her butter too thin into the pattern
\nof a plate – the cat was called Betsan I think, then
\nwasn\u2019t, of course, I don\u2019t want to think about the bucket, his
\nboots or the slate, this wasn\u2019t me, please, believe me I am trying to
\nmis-remember.<\/p>\n
\nchwarel \u2013 quarry
\nyr hen ddyn a\u2019i \u2013 the old man and his<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"