{"id":19565,"date":"2019-07-28T08:00:15","date_gmt":"2019-07-28T08:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19565"},"modified":"2019-07-28T08:48:17","modified_gmt":"2019-07-28T08:48:17","slug":"james-r-kilner-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/james-r-kilner-6\/","title":{"rendered":"James R Kilner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Landscape<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Although now I turn<br \/>\nand walk away<br \/>\n(this region is not known to me),<\/p>\n<p>there is something about the bulge of hills,<br \/>\nthe dark winter woods<br \/>\nthrown across them like bear pelt,<\/p>\n<p>the hump of moorland<br \/>\nbumping against the leaden belly<br \/>\nof the low clouds.<\/p>\n<p>Although now I turn and walk away,<br \/>\nthere is a feeling of longing,<br \/>\na strange sense of homecoming.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div><b>James R Kilner <\/b>is a poet and freelance journalist who lives in the north-east of England. He is the author of two books of poetry, <i>Frequencies of Light<\/i> and <i>Persephone<\/i>, published by Lapwing. His website is <a href=\"http:\/\/jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1562412707960000&amp;usg=AFQjCNHZV-vLOZ8pcaRxk8UCN3Uxd7BfgA\">jameskilnerwriter.wordpress.com<\/a>.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A Landscape Although now I turn and walk away (this region is not known to me), there is something about the bulge of hills, the dark winter woods thrown across them like bear pelt, the hump of moorland bumping against the leaden belly of the low clouds. Although now I turn and [&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-19565","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19565","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=19565"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19565\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19741,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19565\/revisions\/19741"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19565"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19565"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}