{"id":165,"date":"2011-02-11T09:18:00","date_gmt":"2011-02-11T09:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=165"},"modified":"2011-02-11T09:18:00","modified_gmt":"2011-02-11T09:18:00","slug":"mark-burnhopes-snowboy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/mark-burnhopes-snowboy\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark Burnhope's Snowboy"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Snowboy<\/span>

No.<\/span>

What to make <\/span>
of what\u2019s becoming <\/span>
nothing more than a mound of snow? <\/span>

The one where he takes a thick grief <\/span>
from its hook, and wears it <\/span>
out to step into<\/span>

a freezer, and the glow<\/span>
singes his eyes. For hours<\/span>
the sky wavers over blues, to rest <\/span>
back on a transitory red,<\/span>
like blood a mother could not but have shed.<\/span>

Which repeats on you. Where <\/span>

coals that lent sight, a smile <\/span>
and buttons have been removed<\/span>
by the fingernail wind, <\/span>
hands fanned, <\/span>
still scraping blades against the barn. Where <\/span>

the one <\/span>
we conceived on Christmas Eve\u2028pools,
swaddles grass, clear as glass<\/span>
through which we might<\/span>
even have seen ourselves.<\/span>





*Mark Burnhope<\/span> has a BTh from London School of Theology and a Creative Writing MA from Brunel University. He has poems in Magma, nthposition, Other Lives, and forthcoming in Horizon Review. He currently lives and writes in Bournemouth, Dorset.<\/span>
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The SnowboyNo.What to make of what\u2019s becoming nothing more than a mound of snow? The one where he takes a thick grief from its hook, and wears it out to step intoa freezer, and the glowsinges his eyes. For hoursthe sky wavers over blues, to rest back on a transitory red,like blood a mother could […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=165"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/165\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}