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Jewels<\/strong><\/p>\n During a journey of five hours So I stretched the skin of its sky I aimed to make the arid wind Then I looked up, hearing <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Catherine Davies<\/strong> lives in Holywell, North Wales. She works in social care and has previously published Problem Box<\/em>, a book of short stories with Amazon Createspace. Twitter @rubydecade<\/p>\n Jewels During a journey of five hours as the bus powered across, Nevada appeared as a stolen stone to be polished and recut. So I stretched the skin of its sky across a scored white page, wrote the joshua trees in rows to pull out the sun in words. I aimed 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-9930","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9930","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=9930"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9930\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10029,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9930\/revisions\/10029"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9930"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9930"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9930"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas the bus powered across,
\nNevada appeared as a stolen stone
\nto be polished and recut.<\/p>\n
\nacross a scored white page,
\nwrote the joshua trees in rows
\nto pull out the sun in words.<\/p>\n
\ndrive the sagebrush to dance,
\nI dug up the silver in the earth
\nand made a shape of love.<\/p>\n
\nthe language of the Pauite tribe,
\nstepped over the turns of two centuries
\nand gave their jewel back.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"