{"id":15841,"date":"2018-03-05T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2018-03-05T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15841"},"modified":"2018-02-22T13:51:49","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T13:51:49","slug":"rachel-carney","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rachel-carney\/","title":{"rendered":"Rachel Carney"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Coming Home<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bridal ghosts of cherry trees<\/p>\n<p>welcome me home:<\/p>\n<p>still, mute, white omens in thick night,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>their laced branches held out<\/p>\n<p>like an offering \u2013 a glimmer of serenity,<\/p>\n<p>a brittle bridge leading me back<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>into a tunnel of trees that stretch eternally:<\/p>\n<p>copper beaches, burning at sunset,<\/p>\n<p>yews that darkly cover over graves,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a lilac opened up, at the border<\/p>\n<p>of childhood, birch trees shedding<\/p>\n<p>their soft skin, exposing their souls.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"m_-866315203309092339ydp1a8cc756MsoNormal\"><strong>Rachel Carney<\/strong> is a book blogger at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.createdtoread.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?hl=en&amp;q=http:\/\/www.createdtoread.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1519393819843000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHlJrzSGxX25Zix3L3CpkSvW-5TOQ\">www.createdtoread.com<\/a> and has had poems published in The High Window Journal, The Open Mouse and Sarasvati Magazine. She also writes articles and reviews for various magazines and websites.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Coming Home &nbsp; Bridal ghosts of cherry trees welcome me home: still, mute, white omens in thick night, &nbsp; their laced branches held out like an offering \u2013 a glimmer of serenity, a brittle bridge leading me back &nbsp; into a tunnel of trees that stretch eternally: copper beaches, burning at sunset, [&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-15841","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15841","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=15841"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15841\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16047,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15841\/revisions\/16047"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15841"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15841"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15841"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}