{"id":1550,"date":"2009-01-08T19:09:00","date_gmt":"2009-01-08T19:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1550"},"modified":"2009-01-08T19:09:00","modified_gmt":"2009-01-08T19:09:00","slug":"bethan-townsend-is-playing-chess-in-the-city","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/bethan-townsend-is-playing-chess-in-the-city\/","title":{"rendered":"Bethan Townsend is playing chess in the City"},"content":{"rendered":"

The City is a chessboard<\/span>
 <\/span>
so I\u2019ll pawn your rook, he said<\/span>
for the want of a less clich\u00e9d innuendo.<\/span>
he laughed like a horse, however that sounds<\/span>
and I tripped down a city-style lane.<\/span>
and as the city is a chessboard, I\u2019ll time your every move,<\/span>
watching slowly, crossing backwards,<\/span>
blackwards.<\/span>
maybe it was his horse-like looks, and horn-rimmed spectacles,<\/span>
that led us to this crooked street,<\/span>
the other side of town,<\/span>
where the city is a chessboard where we cross<\/span>
paths and squares and blocks,<\/span>
your vaguely repugnant beauty, makes me want to<\/span>
mate.<\/span>


* Bethan Townsend is 21 and plans to stay that way for the rest of her life. She lives in North West England but changes location too frequently to pinpoint a particular home. She is still (unfortunately) a student but doesn\u2019t like to admit this and in an ideal world she\u2019d be based in Ireland writing for a living.<\/span>
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The City is a chessboard so I\u2019ll pawn your rook, he saidfor the want of a less clich\u00e9d innuendo.he laughed like a horse, however that soundsand I tripped down a city-style lane.and as the city is a chessboard, I\u2019ll time your every move,watching slowly, crossing backwards,blackwards.maybe it was his horse-like looks, and horn-rimmed spectacles,that led us […]<\/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-1550","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1550","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=1550"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1550\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1550"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1550"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1550"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}