{"id":19835,"date":"2019-10-02T07:00:51","date_gmt":"2019-10-02T07:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=19835"},"modified":"2019-10-02T07:25:18","modified_gmt":"2019-10-02T07:25:18","slug":"jim-bennett-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jim-bennett-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Jim Bennett"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The memory of trees<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I wrote a letter to you<br \/>\nsigned\u00a0\u00a0 dated\u00a0\u00a0 folded<br \/>\nand put it in the cleft<br \/>\nof the branches of a tree<\/p>\n<p>I made sure to touch a leaf<br \/>\npinch it gently\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so the tree<br \/>\nwould retain<br \/>\nthis epigenetic marker<\/p>\n<p>in this way it carries us<br \/>\ninto its future<br \/>\nand I do not have to cut<br \/>\nhearts and initials<\/p>\n<p>instead this gentle wound<br \/>\nis not demonstrative<br \/>\nor ostentatious and although<br \/>\nyou may never know<\/p>\n<p>and the letter may be lost<br \/>\nit is something that the tree<br \/>\nand I will remember<br \/>\neach in our own way<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jim Bennett <\/strong>has written 74\u00a0 books and numerous chapbooks and pamphlets in a 48 year career as a poet.\u00a0 Jim lives near Liverpool in the UK and tours giving readings of his work throughout the year.\u00a0 He is widely published and has won many competitions and awards for poetry and performance. He runs\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetrykit.org\/\">www.poetrykit.org\u00a0<\/a>one of the world\u2019s most successful internet sites for poets.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The memory of trees I wrote a letter to you signed\u00a0\u00a0 dated\u00a0\u00a0 folded and put it in the cleft of the branches of a tree I made sure to touch a leaf pinch it gently\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 so the tree would retain this epigenetic marker in this way it carries us into its future [&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-19835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19835","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=19835"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20220,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19835\/revisions\/20220"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}