{"id":13664,"date":"2017-06-06T08:00:10","date_gmt":"2017-06-06T08:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=13664"},"modified":"2017-04-16T11:16:21","modified_gmt":"2017-04-16T11:16:21","slug":"audrey-molloy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/audrey-molloy\/","title":{"rendered":"Audrey Molloy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Snapped<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Like the ulna cracked by a boy from a tree<br \/>\nor a wishbone pulled between two thumbs<br \/>\nI snapped my mind at half past three<\/p>\n<p>The frantic flowers of the Persian rugs<br \/>\nspliced my brain with their greens and blues<br \/>\nlike a wishbone pulled between two thumbs<\/p>\n<p>My face gave away not the faintest clues<br \/>\nand nobody knew those buds entwined<br \/>\nhad spliced my brain. With greens and blues<\/p>\n<p>of mountain trails I\u2019d mend my mind<br \/>\nas shrinks and pills had nil effect<br \/>\nand nobody knew of the buds entwined<\/p>\n<p>For four dark years every box was checked<br \/>\nbut my wits still flapped at my tether\u2019s end<br \/>\nfor shrinks and pills had nil effect<\/p>\n<p>Lightning fast but loathe to mend<br \/>\nlike the ulna cracked by a boy from a tree<br \/>\nmy wits ripped off at my tether\u2019s end<br \/>\nI snapped my mind at half past three.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Audrey Molloy<\/strong> was born in Ireland and spent her formative years in rural Wexford. Itchy feet led her to Sydney, where she works as a medical writer and editor. Her work has recently appeared in <em>Australian Poetry Journal, The Galway Review<\/em>, and is upcoming in <em>Orbis<\/em>. She was short-listed for the Over The Edge New Writer of the Year 2016. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.audreymolloy.com\/\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?hl=en&amp;q=http:\/\/www.audreymolloy.com\/&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1492417235548000&amp;usg=AFQjCNEy9l9sjoyiLVYN-788SpWcF9WsVg\">www.audreymolloy.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Snapped Like the ulna cracked by a boy from a tree or a wishbone pulled between two thumbs I snapped my mind at half past three The frantic flowers of the Persian rugs spliced my brain with their greens and blues like a wishbone pulled between two thumbs My face gave away not the [&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-13664","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13664","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=13664"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13664\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13986,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13664\/revisions\/13986"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13664"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13664"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}