{"id":19785,"date":"2019-09-11T08:00:40","date_gmt":"2019-09-11T08:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19785"},"modified":"2019-09-11T08:02:47","modified_gmt":"2019-09-11T08:02:47","slug":"sharon-phillips-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sharon-phillips-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Sharon Phillips"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Weather Forecast<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>after Wilhelmina Barns-Graham<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That thin haze over the sun<br \/>\nis made of ice crystals,<\/p>\n<p>a woman on the radio<br \/>\nsaid as you dressed,<\/p>\n<p>cirrostratus nebulosus<br \/>\nheralding bad weather.<\/p>\n<p>Here chairs judder<br \/>\nacross tiled floors<\/p>\n<p>lights shine icy<br \/>\non white-painted walls<\/p>\n<p>and a careful voice asks<br \/>\nwould you like to sit<\/p>\n<p>somewhere quiet,<br \/>\nmy dear?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong> Sharon Phillips<\/strong> started learning to write poems a few years ago, after she retired from her career in education. Her poems have been published online and in print, and have been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize (2017), the Indigo Firsts pamphlet competition (2018) and the WoLF Poetry Competition (2019). Sharon won the Borderlines Poetry Competition in 2017 and was among the winners of the Poetry Society Members\u2019 Competition in November 2018. She lives on the Isle of Portland, in Dorset.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Weather Forecast after Wilhelmina Barns-Graham That thin haze over the sun is made of ice crystals, a woman on the radio said as you dressed, cirrostratus nebulosus heralding bad weather. Here chairs judder across tiled floors lights shine icy on white-painted walls and a careful voice asks would you like to sit [&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-19785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19785","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=19785"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19785\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20013,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19785\/revisions\/20013"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}