{"id":1010,"date":"2007-06-14T13:33:11","date_gmt":"2007-06-14T13:33:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1010"},"modified":"2007-06-14T13:33:11","modified_gmt":"2007-06-14T13:33:11","slug":"two-poems-from-laura-scott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-poems-from-laura-scott\/","title":{"rendered":"Two poems from Laura Scott"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ink Eyes<\/span>

Suppose it was you<\/span>
who started all of this,<\/span>
your faith and easy swagger <\/span>
as you stood in front of me, <\/span>
words falling like silk<\/span>
from your sleeves.<\/span>

What shall I do now \u2013<\/span>
press my palm in your print<\/span>
to see if our lines intersect?<\/span>
If I looked long enough<\/span>
maybe I\u2019d find your deepest line <\/span>
and then I could follow <\/span>
its inky course to the place <\/span>
where words wait  <\/span>
under mud flats for those<\/span>
who know how <\/span>
to get them out.  <\/span>
 <\/span>
Or should I look at my own hand,<\/span>
turning it over  and running my thumb <\/span>
across the soft underbelly of knuckle, <\/span>
tracing the faint lines that<\/span>
web and star like lace blown <\/span>
across a window pane?<\/span>
I could write out those lines <\/span>
again and again<\/span>
to see if they take me anywhere.<\/span>

Your hands are bigger<\/span>
than mine, they always will be,<\/span>
but mine, I suppose,<\/span>
have more lines.  <\/span>

<\/font><\/p>\n

– – – – – – – – –

\n<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/font>

<\/span><\/font>
Sapling<\/span> <\/span>

I look at him <\/span>
crying by my side <\/span>
as we walk  home like horses <\/span>
through the thin rain.<\/span>
Someone has told him<\/span>
time is like sand and <\/span>
days are not to be wasted.<\/span>
And that is why you weep \u2013 <\/span>
your element is changing.<\/span>
 <\/span>
I remember sitting on the floor <\/span>
with you swaddled imperfectly <\/span>
in my arms and as I looked at you <\/span>
the room went  quiet and grey,<\/span>
and I bent my neck to hear you <\/span>
softly breathing,<\/span>
the smell of truth<\/span>
still fresh around you.<\/span>
And I think it was then <\/span>
my love changed colour,<\/span>
as it was cut with fear. <\/span>

I look at you now<\/span>
my sapling boy,  <\/span>
with your head bent <\/span>
against the rain,<\/span>
bean stalk legs <\/span>
itching to take you <\/span>
to the place where<\/span>
the colour crept in<\/span>
as you slept in my arms.<\/span>
<\/font><\/p>\n

\u2022 Laura Scott lives in Norwich and started writing poetry about a year ago. This is her first appearance on Ink Sweat & Tears.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ink EyesSuppose it was youwho started all of this,your faith and easy swagger as you stood in front of me, words falling like silkfrom your sleeves.What shall I do now \u2013press my palm in your printto see if our lines intersect?If I looked long enoughmaybe I\u2019d find your deepest line and then I could follow […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-1010","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1010","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1010"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1010\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1010"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1010"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1010"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}