{"id":11977,"date":"2016-10-05T08:00:58","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T08:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=11977"},"modified":"2016-10-05T08:43:31","modified_gmt":"2016-10-05T08:43:31","slug":"richard-law","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/richard-law\/","title":{"rendered":"Richard Law"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>You<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Tonight, the sky sags, heavy with stars,<br \/>\nand the wind has a cough,<br \/>\nbut I need a breeze,<br \/>\nthough the winter frost<br \/>\nhas sandpapered my knuckles. Cracked,<br \/>\nthey look tough and dry<br \/>\nas elephant hide and dangle,<br \/>\nhesitant above the keys.<br \/>\nFingers slowly flex out the frost<br \/>\nlike a spider, dying. I loved you<\/p>\n<p>like hell. Ah, and there it is-<br \/>\nthe brain, beer-battered,<br \/>\nswimming in clich\u00e9:<br \/>\nthe moon is at the window.<br \/>\nThe stars freckle your cheeks.<br \/>\nBeyond, the river jumps<br \/>\nwith singing salmon.<br \/>\nAnd I could\u2019ve sworn<br \/>\nI brought you mountains<br \/>\nwrapped in bows.<\/p>\n<p>But we built our love<br \/>\non concrete, with cement mix kisses<br \/>\nand scaffolding, skirting round a building<br \/>\nthat will never fall,<br \/>\nbut will never be finished. I loved you, truly,<br \/>\nas Neruda would have loved you,<br \/>\nand even he would\u2019ve tipped his dusty heart<br \/>\nup like an old box in an attic and searched<br \/>\nthrough the empty frames,<br \/>\nimagining things.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Richard Law<\/strong> is a writer, poet, and blogger living in London. Since graduating from UEA in 2013 with a BA English Literature With Creative Writing, he has worked in the Logistics and Financial industries, but will be returning to UEA in\u00a02016 to study the MA in Poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You Tonight, the sky sags, heavy with stars, and the wind has a cough, but I need a breeze, though the winter frost has sandpapered my knuckles. Cracked, they look tough and dry as elephant hide and dangle, hesitant above the keys. Fingers slowly flex out the frost like a spider, dying. I loved you [&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-11977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11977","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=11977"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11979,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11977\/revisions\/11979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}