{"id":17800,"date":"2018-11-26T08:00:54","date_gmt":"2018-11-26T08:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17800"},"modified":"2018-11-14T15:53:21","modified_gmt":"2018-11-14T15:53:21","slug":"judith-taylor-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/judith-taylor-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Judith Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Platform<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>From where I sat<br \/>\nI thought he was wearing<br \/>\nred shoes<\/p>\n<p>an eccentric choice with all that<br \/>\nso correct black<br \/>\nand I liked him for it.<\/p>\n<p>Not until he stepped down<br \/>\ndid I see they too<br \/>\nwere black, ferociously<\/p>\n<p>polished; and that blood shade<br \/>\nwas only the reflection<br \/>\nof something underfoot.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Judith Taylor<\/strong> lives and works in Aberdeen. Her poetry has been published widely in magazines and her first full-length collection, <em>Not in Nightingale Country<\/em>, was published in 2017 by Red Squirrel Press. \u00a0 Website:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/sometimesjudy.co.uk\/\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/sometimesjudy.co.uk\/&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1542286329923000&amp;usg=AFQjCNGCFenR0o_wfUHcG7UrUBvTZGN1aA\">http:\/\/sometimesjudy.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Platform From where I sat I thought he was wearing red shoes an eccentric choice with all that so correct black and I liked him for it. Not until he stepped down did I see they too were black, ferociously polished; and that blood shade was only the reflection of something underfoot. &nbsp; [&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-17800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17800","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=17800"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17800\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17870,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17800\/revisions\/17870"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}