{"id":10475,"date":"2016-04-12T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2016-04-12T08:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=10475"},"modified":"2016-03-29T10:40:42","modified_gmt":"2016-03-29T10:40:42","slug":"robert-ford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/robert-ford\/","title":{"rendered":"Robert Ford"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jumper<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He first appeared only in an eye corner,<br \/>\nthe image flickering through my open window<br \/>\nlike a lightning bolt would\u2019ve, bold,<br \/>\nyet fleeting enough to seem unreal.<br \/>\nAny mortal would\u2019ve failed, and glissaded<br \/>\ndown those greasy, pangolin-scale slates,<br \/>\nbut his striding boasted of a certainty<br \/>\nway too genuine for the early morning,<br \/>\nso I guess he must\u2019ve been a god, or<br \/>\npossibly an angel clutching a ticket home.<br \/>\nWith the cathedral summit crested,<br \/>\nand my unnecessary attention now all his,<br \/>\nhe raised two arms and punched a hole<br \/>\nin the unexpected emptiness above him,<br \/>\nbefore laughing his heart to pieces and<br \/>\nletting go of that burdensome anchor,<br \/>\nas he flew off to the other side of the sky.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Robert Ford<\/strong> lives on the east coast of Scotland and writes poetry, fiction and non-fiction. His poems have appeared previously in <em>Envoi, Firewords <\/em>and<em><a href=\"https:\/\/clearpoetry.wordpress.com\/2015\/10\/12\/robert-ford-three-poems\/\" target=\"_blank\"> Clear Poetry.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jumper He first appeared only in an eye corner, the image flickering through my open window like a lightning bolt would\u2019ve, bold, yet fleeting enough to seem unreal. Any mortal would\u2019ve failed, and glissaded down those greasy, pangolin-scale slates, but his striding boasted of a certainty way too genuine for the early [&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-10475","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10475","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=10475"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10475\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10478,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10475\/revisions\/10478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10475"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10475"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10475"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}