{"id":1294,"date":"2008-07-04T06:44:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-04T06:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1294"},"modified":"2008-07-04T06:44:00","modified_gmt":"2008-07-04T06:44:00","slug":"an-amy-winehouse-poem-by-kezia-green","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/an-amy-winehouse-poem-by-kezia-green\/","title":{"rendered":"An Amy Winehouse poem by Kezia Green"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Should Amy Winehouse ever stay in a caravan by the sea<\/span><\/p>\n<p>After looking into the pan of a Dudley Diplomat,<br \/>Amy heads, barefoot,<br \/>for the shore;<br \/>past Rajah, centre stage<br \/>at the Animalarium;<br \/>his spots stagnant in the big-cat cage.<\/p>\n<p>On the sand she takes a boy\u2019s kite:<br \/>starstruck, he stares<br \/>at \u2018Valerie\u2019.<br \/>Fighting the string\u2019s heavenly tug,<br \/>she runs backward in saturated steps;<br \/>tilted face hoarding sunshine<br \/>for dark days.<\/p>\n<p>Then, as the sea approaches, reproaches,<br \/>she retreats to join the high-tide-line<br \/>of burnt shoulders and rainbow synthetics;<br \/>extended families of sandwiches and folding chairs,<br \/>all waiting for the water<br \/>to wash away their sins.<\/p>\n<p>She rises from the salt baked pebbles<br \/>to buy a 99.<br \/>The man at the booth says,<br \/>&#8220;Have this one on me, love.&#8221;<br \/>And the sweet creamless cream that<br \/>drips on to her wrist is<br \/>divine.<\/p>\n<p>\u2022 Kezia Green provided the following profile &#8220;A short lady with dark hair&#8221; \u2013 we&#39;ll be publishing another of her poems next month.<\/p>\n<p><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Should Amy Winehouse ever stay in a caravan by the sea After looking into the pan of a Dudley Diplomat,Amy heads, barefoot,for the shore;past Rajah, centre stageat the Animalarium;his spots stagnant in the big-cat cage. On the sand she takes a boy\u2019s kite:starstruck, he staresat \u2018Valerie\u2019.Fighting the string\u2019s heavenly tug,she runs backward in saturated steps;tilted [&hellip;]<\/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-1294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1294","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=1294"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1294\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}