{"id":15993,"date":"2018-03-30T08:00:48","date_gmt":"2018-03-30T08:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15993"},"modified":"2018-03-01T14:18:26","modified_gmt":"2018-03-01T14:18:26","slug":"ian-glass-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/ian-glass-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Ian Glass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Shelter<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It starts with a whisper,<\/p>\n<p>closing from the West<\/p>\n<p>ripples across stooped hills,<\/p>\n<p>grows grumbling to a moan.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Light dips behind low clouds;<\/p>\n<p>wind presses clothes to limbs,<\/p>\n<p>then rain slants sideways<\/p>\n<p>cold from the weighted sky.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We crouch by tall stones, curling<\/p>\n<p>weakness behind their enduring bulk;<\/p>\n<p>safe in the hollow of the moment,<\/p>\n<p>while the day blows into tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ian Glass<\/strong> was raised in Northumberland, lives in Worcestershire and has two grown-up daughters.\u00a0 He trained as an engineer but when not writing he works mostly as a computer programmer.\u00a0 Ian\u2019s poems are contemplative and inward looking, unless they are about monsters, thermodynamics or the Worcestershire section of the M5 motorway. His poetry has appeared in <em>Ink, Sweat and Tears <\/em>and<em> Algebra of Owls.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Shelter &nbsp; It starts with a whisper, closing from the West ripples across stooped hills, grows grumbling to a moan. &nbsp; Light dips behind low clouds; wind presses clothes to limbs, then rain slants sideways cold from the weighted sky. &nbsp; We crouch by tall stones, curling weakness behind their enduring bulk; [&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-15993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993","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=15993"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16153,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993\/revisions\/16153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15993"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15993"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15993"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}