{"id":2294,"date":"2012-04-23T14:05:36","date_gmt":"2012-04-23T14:05:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2294"},"modified":"2012-04-23T14:06:07","modified_gmt":"2012-04-23T14:06:07","slug":"dorothy-fryd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/dorothy-fryd\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorothy Fryd"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Mother<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>St. Anthony, please look around; something is lost and must be found.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She will find you. She will find you<br \/>\nunder bedsheets at night, she will work<br \/>\narrhythmias into your sleep. Your pupils<br \/>\nwill shut out almost everything, except<br \/>\nher eyes; those brown beads, hoisting you<br \/>\nup and into her bed. Her arms will strangle<br \/>\nyour waist or force you to cradle her head<br \/>\nin your lap. Her words will reach you;<br \/>\nwill tell you stories about Jim, will explain<br \/>\nhow you look like her Jim.<\/p>\n<p>The memory of your father will fade.<br \/>\nOther impressions stay, a macabre bird cage;<br \/>\ngnarly hinges, door ajar, its tenant squawking,<br \/>\nflying in circles above your head, like a boomerang.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Dorothy Fryd<\/strong> teaches Creative Writing at Kent University and co-tutors on The Barbican Young Poets Project. Her poetry has been published in magazines such as <em>The Rialto, BRAND Literary Magazine, South Bank Poetry Magazine, The Interpreter&#8217;s House, <\/em>and<em> Aesthetica Magazine.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>(<em>Mother<\/em> recently won the <a href=\"http:\/\/norwichwriters.blogspot.co.uk\/\">Norwich Writers Circle Open Poetry Competition <\/a>which I myself judged.\u00a0 The poem doesn&#8217;t appear on their website which is a great pity, so I thought I would feature it here&#8230;.ed.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother St. Anthony, please look around; something is lost and must be found. She will find you. She will find you under bedsheets at night, she will work arrhythmias into your sleep. Your pupils will shut out almost everything, except her eyes; those brown beads, hoisting you up and into her bed. Her arms will [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-2294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2294","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=2294"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2301,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2294\/revisions\/2301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}