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Sanctuary<\/strong> I am a pocket a little lagniappe in the salty-fresh I am becalmed. A holding cast aways When the sunlight sinks <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Molly Miltenberger Murray <\/strong>is the author of\u00a0Today, She Is<\/em> (Wipf and Stock, 2014), and editor of the blog and book, The Atelier Project<\/em> <\/a>(2015). She is working on her MLitt in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow.\u00a0\u00a0 Website: http:\/\/mollymiltenberger.wix.com\/mollymiltmurray<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sanctuary An Elongated Haiku I am a pocket of lake lapping from the pond much like a hangnail, a little lagniappe of water mapped by green stalks where frogs come to hide in the salty-fresh sanctuary of my still tide-watered shade. I am becalmed. A swamp of sea the marshy shore moves without […]<\/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":[139,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9519","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=9519"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9519\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23796,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9519\/revisions\/23796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAn Elongated Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nof lake lapping from the pond
\nmuch like a hangnail,<\/p>\n
\nof water mapped by green stalks
\nwhere frogs come to hide<\/p>\n
\nsanctuary of my still
\ntide-watered shade.<\/p>\n
\nswamp of sea the marshy shore
\nmoves without moving,<\/p>\n
\nfrom wind-ridden waves of the
\nuncertain off-shore.<\/p>\n
\nthe obscurity rises \u2013
\nswelling from my roots.<\/p>\n