{"id":10283,"date":"2016-03-19T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2016-03-19T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=10283"},"modified":"2016-02-26T14:58:36","modified_gmt":"2016-02-26T14:58:36","slug":"mark-a-murphy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/mark-a-murphy-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark A. Murphy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Old Haunts<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>What is it with old haunts \u2013 you can\u2019t resist?<br \/>\nTry as you might to block it out,<br \/>\nyou are just biding your time, waiting to strike,<br \/>\nto steal the apple from the tree, to peek<br \/>\nthrough the living room window<br \/>\nat the woman you once lived with. You wonder<br \/>\nwho she is sleeping with and why?<br \/>\nIs he the better lover, carer, provider?<br \/>\nWhat of your place as head of the household?<br \/>\nIt hardly seems fair another man<br \/>\nhas taken your place, as easily as changing<br \/>\none\u2019s slippers, and now eats like a prince<br \/>\nin what was once your kitchen, then strolling out,<br \/>\ntakes an apple from the tree you planted<br \/>\nbefore he was ever a twinkle in her eyes.<br \/>\nSignal the Moonlight to play as you pass by,<br \/>\ndishevelled, disgruntled and still unnoticed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mark A. Murphy<\/strong>\u2019s first full length collection,<em> <a href=\"http:\/\/salmonpoetry.com\/details.php?ID=315&amp;a=250\" target=\"_blank\">Night-watch Man &amp; Muse<\/a><\/em> was published in 2013 by Salmon Poetry, Eire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Old Haunts What is it with old haunts \u2013 you can\u2019t resist? Try as you might to block it out, you are just biding your time, waiting to strike, to steal the apple from the tree, to peek through the living room window at the woman you once lived with. You wonder [&hellip;]<\/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-10283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283","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=10283"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10285,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10283\/revisions\/10285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}