{"id":17226,"date":"2018-09-11T08:00:57","date_gmt":"2018-09-11T08:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17226"},"modified":"2018-09-09T20:07:39","modified_gmt":"2018-09-09T20:07:39","slug":"james-r-kilner-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/james-r-kilner-5\/","title":{"rendered":"James R Kilner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><b>Wheat<\/b><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>Your boots thump the dust<\/div>\n<div>on the stile&#8217;s nether side.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>As you weave through the wheat,<\/div>\n<div>somehow the brow of the hill is obscured<\/div>\n<div>and although you see it plainly<\/div>\n<div>the line of oak trees is not quite there.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>You are lost in fog on the brightest day of the year.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Perhaps it is ivy reddening on a farmhouse<\/div>\n<div>or a pigeon balanced on telegraph wire:<\/div>\n<div>the lift in the solar plexus,<\/div>\n<div>the land comes into focus.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Soon you will leave this place,<\/div>\n<div>return to the burrow of the house<\/div>\n<div>and you will grieve<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>but for now, the wheat<\/div>\n<div>moves in the wind<\/div>\n<div>and something within<\/div>\n<div>moves with it.<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><strong>James R Kilner<\/strong> is the author of two books of poetry, <i>Frequencies of Light<\/i> (2015) and <i>Persephone<\/i> (2017). He is a former newspaper journalist and lives in the north-east of England. His website is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/www.jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1532938829943000&amp;usg=AFQjCNGtJfXwX_RlP2SU2iAGiw91SFj_eQ\">www.jameskilnerwriter.<wbr \/>wordpress.com<\/a>.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wheat &nbsp; Your boots thump the dust on the stile&#8217;s nether side. As you weave through the wheat, somehow the brow of the hill is obscured and although you see it plainly the line of oak trees is not quite there. You are lost in fog on the brightest day of the [&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-17226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17226","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=17226"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17398,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17226\/revisions\/17398"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}