{"id":19258,"date":"2019-06-05T08:00:01","date_gmt":"2019-06-05T08:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19258"},"modified":"2019-06-04T08:21:01","modified_gmt":"2019-06-04T08:21:01","slug":"harry-owen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/harry-owen\/","title":{"rendered":"Harry Owen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Prodigal<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>How could we fail to embrace you? Yearning<br \/>\nso much, so long, for your presence, it was<br \/>\nyour arid absence that became the norm,<br \/>\nthough of course it isn\u2019t, could never be.<\/p>\n<p>To be truthful, you crept up last night with<br \/>\nthat frisky, seductive tapping of yours,<br \/>\nleaves scraping the tin roof, but we\u2019d been mocked<br \/>\nso often, we took little notice of it,<\/p>\n<p>had frankly forgotten how to believe \u2013<br \/>\nanother cruel tease, no more, no less.<br \/>\nYet this morning here you are barging up,<br \/>\nrough, wet, desperate, the whole sky in tow<\/p>\n<p>and I\u2019m sitting here, dry, dry, and laughing<br \/>\naloud beneath your sacred drench of liquor.<br \/>\nThe rain gods are singing at last. Where have<br \/>\nyou been wasting yourself? Welcome home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Originally from Liverpool, <strong>Harry Owen<\/strong> now lives in Grahamstown, South Africa. He is the author of seven poetry collections and editor of three anthologies, including <a href=\"http:\/\/rhinoanthology.wordpress.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><em>For Rhino in a Shrinking World<\/em>: <em>an international anthology<\/em> <\/a>(2013).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Prodigal How could we fail to embrace you? Yearning so much, so long, for your presence, it was your arid absence that became the norm, though of course it isn\u2019t, could never be. To be truthful, you crept up last night with that frisky, seductive tapping of yours, leaves scraping the tin [&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-19258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19258","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=19258"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19312,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19258\/revisions\/19312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}