{"id":18460,"date":"2019-02-24T08:00:46","date_gmt":"2019-02-24T08:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=18460"},"modified":"2019-02-24T12:21:25","modified_gmt":"2019-02-24T12:21:25","slug":"cat-wright","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/cat-wright\/","title":{"rendered":"Cat Wright"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Emily Says<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Mornings in Haworth begin with church bells<br \/>\nEmily appears again while the tourists are still finding the schoolhouse,<br \/>\nFinding the tea rooms and gift shops<br \/>\nFinding the chapel and grave.<br \/>\n\u201cThere are always dogs barking here,\u201d she says<br \/>\n\u201cAlways wedding parties here,<br \/>\nPlaying children here,<br \/>\nOld women on day trips here.\u201d<br \/>\nI\u2019ve never met anyone as dead as her<br \/>\nShe carries her cough on her shoulders<br \/>\nWears her last words like a shawl.<br \/>\nShe spends eternity wandering through the village<br \/>\nAlways turning her nose up at the Wiccan bookshop.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCharlotte won\u2019t leave the church\u201d<br \/>\nShe tells me.<br \/>\n\u201cSays I\u2019m not to go near them,<br \/>\nSays I\u2019m too contagious<br \/>\nAnd I\u2019ll make the baby ill.\u201d<br \/>\nI know this already<br \/>\nI\u2019ve seen Charlotte\u2019s shadow from time to time<br \/>\nPacing through the pews<br \/>\nLike she\u2019s waiting for something.<br \/>\nShe needs to wash<br \/>\nOr at least take off her wedding dress<br \/>\nYou can smell it from outside.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd Anne, oh Anne.\u201d<br \/>\nOh Anne indeed.<br \/>\nThe yummy mummies<br \/>\nIn the pottery painting caf\u00e9<br \/>\nSay they see her by the window<br \/>\nLooking in at the children.<br \/>\n\u201cShe wants to join in,\u201d Emily says<br \/>\n\u201cBut she doesn\u2019t want to scare them.<br \/>\nShe says we don\u2019t belong here anymore.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI see Bramwell at night.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s hard to tell under the moonlight<br \/>\nBut I think his skin is growing mildew.<br \/>\nYes, I think that\u2019s heather in his hair<br \/>\nI chase him until the sun comes up,<br \/>\nCall his name until the birds start singing<br \/>\nBut I think he\u2019s lost to me.\u201d<br \/>\nI\u2019m about to ask her why<br \/>\nShe\u2019s the go-between them all<br \/>\nShe answers like she heard my thoughts.<br \/>\n\u201cCharlotte won\u2019t leave what God gave her<br \/>\nThough he left us a long time ago,<br \/>\nAnne\u2019s too afraid of herself to appear half the time,<br \/>\nSo I only catch her briefly.\u201d<br \/>\nAnd Bramwell?<br \/>\nEmily says nothing<br \/>\nSo I watch her<br \/>\nas she watches the hills that claimed him<br \/>\nand I wonder just who she\u2019s more jealous of.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Cat Wright<\/strong> is a herbalist and recent literature graduate from Burnley. In her spare time \u00a0runs a culture and writing blog: <a href=\"http:\/\/catiswriting.blogspot.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/catiswriting.blogspot.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1550309397406000&amp;usg=AFQjCNFPWqyEZJ9Nh-Z8m8nq0jFKsS-D0A\">catiswriting.blogspot.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Emily Says Mornings in Haworth begin with church bells Emily appears again while the tourists are still finding the schoolhouse, Finding the tea rooms and gift shops Finding the chapel and grave. \u201cThere are always dogs barking here,\u201d she says \u201cAlways wedding parties here, Playing children here, Old women on day trips [&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-18460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18460","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=18460"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18460\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18559,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18460\/revisions\/18559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18460"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18460"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18460"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}