{"id":1780,"date":"2012-03-27T09:19:07","date_gmt":"2012-03-27T09:19:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1780"},"modified":"2012-03-27T09:19:07","modified_gmt":"2012-03-27T09:19:07","slug":"ruth-stacey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/ruth-stacey\/","title":{"rendered":"Ruth Stacey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Little Corpses<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Never walk on a frozen lake.<br \/>\nIt may appear as thick as your arm<br \/>\nBut the silent water deceives with places<br \/>\nOf thinness, beneath bridges and where trees<br \/>\nSlant over; the eager crack and quick swallow-<br \/>\nNo little corpses under the ice.<\/p>\n<p>Never play on the railway lines.<br \/>\nMetal tracks shimmering into the distance<br \/>\nGive off the image of adventure, they lie.<br \/>\nWhen your friends taunt you to follow them,<br \/>\nSay nothing; march off with a strong spine-<br \/>\nNo little corpses smashed by a train.<\/p>\n<p>Never go off with a stranger.<br \/>\nIf someone calls you over, walk away.<br \/>\nPush down your natural instinct to be polite.<br \/>\nMost people are kind, it is true, but some<br \/>\nMonsters will look as human as you-<br \/>\nNo little corpses hidden from view.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/mermaidsdrown.blogspot.com\/\">*Ruth Stacey<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong> <span style=\"font-size: x-small;\">writes poems in the fleeting spaces between motherhood and studying Native American Literature. It is not the easiest way to be a writer, but it is her way.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Little Corpses Never walk on a frozen lake. It may appear as thick as your arm But the silent water deceives with places Of thinness, beneath bridges and where trees Slant over; the eager crack and quick swallow- No little corpses under the ice. Never play on the railway lines. Metal tracks shimmering into the [&hellip;]<\/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-1780","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1780","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=1780"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1780\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1781,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1780\/revisions\/1781"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}