Eleanor Rees
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‘Five Breaths’: a poem by Eleanor Rees
Five Breaths were needed to extinguish the flameand now a red wick leans into the melt, diving into a quarried lakehigh in the mountains to find mouthfulsof salt in the freshwater under the slate. Here, dust edges the decorations. The holly wreath curls, browns,is a woodland floor alongside a streamwhich pours towards the quarry. Inside…