{"id":17823,"date":"2018-12-02T08:00:42","date_gmt":"2018-12-02T08:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=17823"},"modified":"2020-12-09T15:32:51","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T15:32:51","slug":"rebecca-gethin-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rebecca-gethin-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Rebecca Gethin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<b>Narrowing<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Fog inhabits the air<br \/>\nso as I walk through cloud shadow<br \/>\nI find another beside me,<br \/>\nher breath condensing on my hair<br \/>\ndrawing me into the grey no-light<br \/>\nthat sprawls around, ensnaring me<br \/>\nin a long drawn-out dawn<br \/>\nwhere all I can see lies at the end<br \/>\nof my outstretched hand.<\/p>\n<p>I never held my mother\u2019s hand<br \/>\nwith its sparrowy bones,<br \/>\nfelt the answering grip \u2013<br \/>\nthe veins on her hand blued,<br \/>\njoints swollen, index finger skewed.<\/p>\n<p>If I could, I\u2019d have said,<br \/>\n<i>What I love the most is how, as you get older,<br \/>\nmore and more of you comes to the surface.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Rebecca Gethin<\/strong> lives on Dartmoor in Devon. In 2017 two pamphlets were published: <em>A Sprig of Rowan<\/em> by Three Drops Press and <em>All the Time in the World<\/em> by Cinnamon Press who published an earlier collection called <em>A Handful of Water<\/em> and two novels. She has been a Hawthornden Fellow. In 2018 she jointly won the Coast to Coast Pamphlet competition, is reading at Aldeburgh Poetry Festival and has been awarded a writing residency at Brisons Veor. www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Narrowing Fog inhabits the air so as I walk through cloud shadow I find another beside me, her breath condensing on my hair drawing me into the grey no-light that sprawls around, ensnaring me in a long drawn-out dawn where all I can see lies at the end of my outstretched hand. [&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":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17823","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=17823"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17823\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18259,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17823\/revisions\/18259"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17823"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17823"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17823"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}