{"id":15837,"date":"2018-03-10T09:00:40","date_gmt":"2018-03-10T09:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15837"},"modified":"2018-02-22T13:37:18","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T13:37:18","slug":"louise-wilford","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/louise-wilford\/","title":{"rendered":"Louise Wilford"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Curse<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The ache\u2019s an old friend,<\/p>\n<p>hacking out a week<\/p>\n<p>from every month.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sneering cramp<\/p>\n<p>clings from neck<\/p>\n<p>to knee; madness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>stalks the grey<\/p>\n<p>week\u2019s waiting,<\/p>\n<p>masks the world<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>like a lead apron.<\/p>\n<p>Feelings stray<\/p>\n<p>to incongruous places,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>crumbling thoughts<\/p>\n<p>sliding off in a<\/p>\n<p>red stream.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This is our time<\/p>\n<p>to surge &#8211; snagged<\/p>\n<p>by this scarlet pause.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And now the monthly<\/p>\n<p>crosses wobble closer,<\/p>\n<p>further \u2013 soon<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the gaps between<\/p>\n<p>will stretch to<\/p>\n<p>fill the years.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So bring it on,<\/p>\n<p>you think. Can\u2019t wait.<\/p>\n<p>But still you hear<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the cold dark radiator<\/p>\n<p>groan as life<\/p>\n<p>escapes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yorkshirewoman<strong> Louise Wilford<\/strong>\u00a0 is an English teacher and examiner. \u00a0She has had around 50 poems and short stories published in magazines including <em>Popshots, Pushing Out The Boat <\/em>and<em> Agenda<\/em>, and has won or been shortlisted for several competitions. \u00a0She is currently writing a children&#8217;s fantasy novel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Curse \u00a0 The ache\u2019s an old friend, hacking out a week from every month. &nbsp; Sneering cramp clings from neck to knee; madness &nbsp; stalks the grey week\u2019s waiting, masks the world &nbsp; like a lead apron. Feelings stray to incongruous places, &nbsp; crumbling thoughts sliding off in a red stream. &nbsp; This [&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-15837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15837","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=15837"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16061,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15837\/revisions\/16061"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}