{"id":15925,"date":"2018-04-06T08:00:41","date_gmt":"2018-04-06T08:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15925"},"modified":"2020-12-09T15:31:35","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T15:31:35","slug":"marie-francoise-de-saint-quirin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/marie-francoise-de-saint-quirin\/","title":{"rendered":"Marie-Fran\u00e7oise de Saint-Quirin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Wildlings\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\nMy wildlings<br \/>\nleave tokens of love\u00a0scattered<br \/>\nlike breadcrumbs,<br \/>\nthen shriek and howl<br \/>\nto scare away the birds.<br \/>\nHe offers me bouquets of broccoli &#8211;<br \/>\nfistfuls\u00a0of\u00a0Brassica\u00a0from a moss flecked giant.<br \/>\nShe wraps me in sapling limbs and<br \/>\nsings me songs of answerless questions.<br \/>\nI am just a breeze, a\u00a0whisper on a wishbone,<br \/>\nyet, snail\u00a0trails glisten across<br \/>\nthe\u00a0sag of my\u00a0skin\u00a0and grant me\u00a0substance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Marie-Fran\u00e7oise de Saint-Quirin<\/strong> is a London based poet who was born in South Wales. Often using her mixed heritage and unconventional childhood as inspiration, she particularly enjoys writing about the mundane things that make up the fabric of who we are. Her work has previously been published by\u00a0<em>Message in a Bottle<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>Reach Poetry<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Wildlings\u00a0 My wildlings leave tokens of love\u00a0scattered like breadcrumbs, then shriek and howl to scare away the birds. He offers me bouquets of broccoli &#8211; fistfuls\u00a0of\u00a0Brassica\u00a0from a moss flecked giant. She wraps me in sapling limbs and sings me songs of answerless questions. I am just a breeze, a\u00a0whisper on a wishbone, yet, snail\u00a0trails [&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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15925","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15925","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=15925"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16532,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15925\/revisions\/16532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15925"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}