{"id":20138,"date":"2019-10-05T08:00:22","date_gmt":"2019-10-05T08:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=20138"},"modified":"2019-10-05T08:02:54","modified_gmt":"2019-10-05T08:02:54","slug":"truth-for-national-poetry-day-linda-rose-parkes-marc-woodward-k-s-moore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/truth-for-national-poetry-day-linda-rose-parkes-marc-woodward-k-s-moore\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8216;Truth&#8217; for National Poetry Day: Linda Rose Parkes, Marc Woodward, K. S. Moore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A True Version<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>honest to god<br \/>\ni can&#8217;t bear<br \/>\nto look at myself<br \/>\nin the mirror<\/p>\n<p><em>i stalk her she&#8217;s my new poem in her fitted coat and high heels on the number 10 bus\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0put bars on the lines<\/em><\/p>\n<p>last night<br \/>\ni told him<br \/>\nMegan&#8217;s seeing<br \/>\na married guy<\/p>\n<p><em>in the morning she&#8217;ll wake to cadence and pauses\u00a0 \u00a0 rhythms of wingbeat flocking the page<\/em><\/p>\n<p>that&#8217;s good<br \/>\nhe says<br \/>\nif it<br \/>\nmakes<br \/>\nher happy<\/p>\n<p><em>she&#8217;ll soon forget her passionless marriage when i leave her here for others to find<\/em><\/p>\n<p>then i say so you<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t mind<br \/>\nif i start fucking<br \/>\nwhoever?<\/p>\n<p><em>let&#8217;s hope they bring food\u00a0 \u00a0 let&#8217;s trust they bring fresh hope \u00a0 that she isn&#8217;t alone in this fortress i&#8217;ve built her<\/em><\/p>\n<p>that&#8217;s how low<br \/>\nwe&#8217;ve sunk<br \/>\nrock<br \/>\nbottom<\/p>\n<p><em>i hear calling in my sleep \u00a0 \u00a0 she wants to go home\u00a0 \u00a0 she wants her own grievance \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>i can&#8217;t<br \/>\nstand<br \/>\nto see<br \/>\nmyself<br \/>\nthese days<\/p>\n<p><em>she wants the truth of her own shadow\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Linda Rose Parkes<\/strong> lives in the Channel Islands and has published four collections, the latest, <em>This Close<\/em>, was launched last winter. She continues to run poetry workshops and is also a painter.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Confessional Poetry<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>So how long have you truly felt this way?<br \/>\nWhen we\u00a0converse about your infancy<br \/>\nI have the sense there&#8217;s more you need to say.<br \/>\nSadly\u00a0I think you&#8217;re withholding on me.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s always the same. Novels say too much,<br \/>\nthey go on and on, I can&#8217;t shut them up.<br \/>\nBut you Poems? Always I&#8217;m left guessing.<br \/>\nYou just smirk there. Hinting, half confessing.<br \/>\nYeah, we both know you&#8217;ve done a little time;<br \/>\nyou&#8217;ve stolen stuff to get yourself a &#8216;line&#8217;.<br \/>\nAnd this thing about being a sonnet<br \/>\nin a past life. Just grow up &#8211; be honest!<br \/>\nAll poems can change &#8211;\u00a0and that includes\u00a0you.<br \/>\nOf course you\u00a0must really, truly,\u00a0want to&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Marc Woodward<\/strong> is a poet and musician living in the rural West Country.He has been widely published in journals, anthologies and online sites.\u00a0 His collections include\u00a0 <em>A Fright of Jay<\/em>s available from Maquette Press (2015) and <em>Hide Songs<\/em> from Green Bottle Press (2018). <a href=\"http:\/\/marcwoodwardpoetry.blogspot.com\/\">www.marcwoodwardpoetry.blogspot.co.uk <\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>What I have to Say<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Can I tell you<br \/>\nbefore it\u2019s tarnished?<br \/>\nBefore the lichen crust<br \/>\nabsolves me of need to share?<\/p>\n<p>Well, listen:<br \/>\nthis is a bud of a story,<br \/>\na soft shoot, weepy-<br \/>\ngreen leaf of a dream;<br \/>\nit is all yours<br \/>\nif you hear<\/p>\n<p>what I have to say<br \/>\nis blooming on my tongue.<br \/>\nIt is rare,<br \/>\nit is syrup<br \/>\nin my pharynx.<\/p>\n<p>As it spills,<br \/>\nI feel it leave<br \/>\nlike a lover<br \/>\nwith an eye on my heart;<br \/>\nwith a tug<br \/>\nat the tears<br \/>\nheld back<br \/>\nfrom my teens.<\/p>\n<p>Can\u2019t reign it in,<br \/>\nthis runaway . . .<\/p>\n<p>Catch.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>K. S. Moore<\/strong>&#8216;s poetry has recently appeared in <em>New Welsh Review, Spontaneity, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Stinging Fly <\/em>and<em> Southword.<\/em> Work is upcoming in <em>Other Terrain<\/em> and <em>Atlanta Review<\/em>. Shortlists have included: Trim Poetry Competition and Americymru West Coast Eisteddfod Poetry Competition.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A True Version honest to god i can&#8217;t bear to look at myself in the mirror i stalk her she&#8217;s my new poem in her fitted coat and high heels on the number 10 bus\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0put bars on the lines last night i told him Megan&#8217;s seeing a married [&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-20138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20138","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=20138"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20232,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20138\/revisions\/20232"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}