{"id":1085,"date":"2007-10-22T06:36:02","date_gmt":"2007-10-22T06:36:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1085"},"modified":"2007-10-22T06:36:02","modified_gmt":"2007-10-22T06:36:02","slug":"new-poetry-by-elaine-speakman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/new-poetry-by-elaine-speakman\/","title":{"rendered":"New poetry by Elaine Speakman"},"content":{"rendered":"

My favorite place that I have never been…<\/span>


I've never been to South Africa,<\/span>
But I know how the sunset arcs <\/span>
To meet the savana grasses <\/span>
In the same hues of rust and gold. <\/span>
I know how the sky is furred <\/span>
Silver with stars at night<\/span>
And how the rainbow <\/span>
Of flowers on the veldt<\/span>
Perfume the senses.<\/span>
I know too <\/span>
How the sharp blue air<\/span>
Of the early morning <\/span>
Pierces the heart<\/span>
And how the song<\/span>
Of the workers returning<\/span>
Resonates with your soul<\/span>
In same way<\/span>
As the growls of distant lions.<\/span>
I know all this <\/span>
From the pictures you have painted for me<\/span>
With words gently spoken<\/span>
From my pillow,<\/span>
Words that tell me<\/span>
That your real home<\/span>
Is not here with me.<\/span>


\u2022 Elaine Speakman says… “I am an 'overgrown' (50 something years old) student who has just started on the MA in Creative Writing with Jon Glover at Bolton University. All my life I been both a lover of and a scribbler of poems, but it is only in the last 5 years (since my supposedly mid life crisis) that I have begun to take my own work seriously.”<\/span>

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My favorite place that I have never been…I've never been to South Africa,But I know how the sunset arcs To meet the savana grasses In the same hues of rust and gold. I know how the sky is furred Silver with stars at nightAnd how the rainbow Of flowers on the veldtPerfume the senses.I know […]<\/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-1085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1085","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=1085"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1085\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}