{"id":13652,"date":"2017-06-02T08:00:07","date_gmt":"2017-06-02T08:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=13652"},"modified":"2017-04-16T10:58:24","modified_gmt":"2017-04-16T10:58:24","slug":"simon-francis-hambrook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/simon-francis-hambrook\/","title":{"rendered":"Simon Francis Hambrook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I wanted to sleep<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I wanted to sleep,<br \/>\nbut then I decided to cycle expressively<br \/>\ninto an unknown village.<br \/>\nI remember not looking out for traffic<br \/>\nAnd then arriving at greenery, village leaves,<br \/>\nAnd an amber sea by the curtains of a cottage.<\/p>\n<p>I looked through a diamond, latticed window,<br \/>\nAt shapes of mild deer and hares upon a vase.<br \/>\nA friendly girl said \u2018Hello\u2019,<br \/>\nand I was momentarily<br \/>\ntaken from out of the smiles of aspect flowers.<\/p>\n<p>A cushion on a swing set beneath a great tree<br \/>\nmade me believe<br \/>\nI was in a magical village,<br \/>\neven amid the wrappers and puddles on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>I left that village<br \/>\nand cycled into great trees.<\/p>\n<p>The pretty flood of winter in my mind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;\"><strong>Simon Francis Hambrook<\/strong> has had poetry published in <em>Neon Highway<\/em> and T<em>he Green Dragon<\/em>. He has performed his poetry at F\u00e9ile na Bealtaine International Arts and Literature Festival, Ireland, and at the Ways With Words Festival in Devon, England.<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; I wanted to sleep I wanted to sleep, but then I decided to cycle expressively into an unknown village. I remember not looking out for traffic And then arriving at greenery, village leaves, And an amber sea by the curtains of a cottage. I looked through a diamond, latticed window, At shapes of [&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-13652","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13652","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=13652"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13652\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13975,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13652\/revisions\/13975"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13652"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13652"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13652"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}