{"id":15843,"date":"2018-03-12T09:00:35","date_gmt":"2018-03-12T09:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15843"},"modified":"2018-03-07T10:37:19","modified_gmt":"2018-03-07T10:37:19","slug":"samuel-kendall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/samuel-kendall\/","title":{"rendered":"Samuel Kendall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A drunk decaying moth<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A drunk decaying moth<\/p>\n<p>hovers drip-drab through a silvered attic,<\/p>\n<p>at home in the folded corners<\/p>\n<p>of later gone unspoken.<\/p>\n<p>Plaits its nest in the rafters<\/p>\n<p>above dishevelled sheets<\/p>\n<p>festooned with peacock quills,<\/p>\n<p>uncombed, tousled and tangled,<\/p>\n<p>so full of hair, and ponders<\/p>\n<p>the encroaching moon<\/p>\n<p>that brought it here<\/p>\n<p>inside, ashen outsides<\/p>\n<p>of unfurling oyster pearls.<\/p>\n<p>Flits around the splayed subject,<\/p>\n<p>death\u2019s head tacked forever to its thorax,<\/p>\n<p>cursing the Moirai, snarled in the thread.<\/p>\n<p>Questions if it matters;<\/p>\n<p>the allure and the decision,<\/p>\n<p>the kink and the break,<\/p>\n<p>plants its feelers<\/p>\n<p>on the empty side of the bed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ponders its mistakes,<\/p>\n<p>if they were really mistakes<\/p>\n<p>at all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Samuel Kendall<\/strong> is from Nottingham and was recently awarded The Angela Carter Prize in Creative Writing. He co-edits <em>Cicatrice<\/em> journal with The University of Sheffield and has been published in <em>Three Drops from a Cauldron, Route 57, Picaroon <\/em>and<em> Laldy.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; A drunk decaying moth &nbsp; A drunk decaying moth hovers drip-drab through a silvered attic, at home in the folded corners of later gone unspoken. Plaits its nest in the rafters above dishevelled sheets festooned with peacock quills, uncombed, tousled and tangled, so full of hair, and ponders the encroaching moon that brought [&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-15843","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15843","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=15843"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15843\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16074,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15843\/revisions\/16074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15843"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15843"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15843"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}