{"id":14787,"date":"2017-11-04T08:00:36","date_gmt":"2017-11-04T08:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=14787"},"modified":"2017-11-04T10:38:55","modified_gmt":"2017-11-04T10:38:55","slug":"oliver-comins-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/oliver-comins-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Oliver Comins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Morning Chorus<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The path starts beside a village green,<br \/>\ntravels up a narrow valley reaching<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 56px;\">into the foothills.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A steep walk follows, through trees<br \/>\nabove that brooding, man-made lake,<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 56px;\">its glimmering surface.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Arriving on this flat expanse of heath,<br \/>\nyou enter a morning chorus of finches,<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 56px;\">wrens and martins.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Even now, you might not know how far<br \/>\nyou need to go: some departures are not<br \/>\n<span style=\"margin-left: 56px;\">followed by returns.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Oliver Comins<\/strong>\u2019 two short collections (<em>Yes to Everything<\/em> and <em>Staying in Touch<\/em>) won Templar Poetry Pamphlet Awards.\u00a0 A third (<em>Battling Against the Odds)<\/em> about the game of golf and the sport of life and he is the National Golf Month Poet for 2017.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Morning Chorus The path starts beside a village green, travels up a narrow valley reaching into the foothills. A steep walk follows, through trees above that brooding, man-made lake, its glimmering surface. Arriving on this flat expanse of heath, you enter a morning chorus of finches, wrens and martins. Even now, [&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-14787","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14787","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=14787"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14787\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15137,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14787\/revisions\/15137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14787"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14787"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}