{"id":2557,"date":"2012-05-26T12:00:43","date_gmt":"2012-05-26T12:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2557"},"modified":"2012-05-16T12:10:15","modified_gmt":"2012-05-16T12:10:15","slug":"jacob-silkstone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jacob-silkstone\/","title":{"rendered":"Jacob Silkstone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>For his daughter, learning fire<\/p>\n<p><\/strong>Sometimes verbs are stopped mid-movement<br \/>\nand held to a page like pictures:<br \/>\nyou, crouched by the darkening wood,<br \/>\nnew sounds mouthed over and over \u2013<br \/>\nthe rustle of a twig stirring<br \/>\na cauldron of bright-grey ashes,<br \/>\nthe soft hiss as flame meets water.<br \/>\nThe sparks fall like snow catching fire<\/p>\n<p>and throb like stars against your shoes;<br \/>\nthe moon is a dream you once had<br \/>\nand past it things yet to be dreamt \u2013<br \/>\npeople who don\u2019t know you tonight<br \/>\nbut will swap memories with you<br \/>\nlike presents: their first love, the time<br \/>\nyou played with fire and watched the night<br \/>\nsuddenly become beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jacob Silkstone <\/strong>recently completed an MA in Creative Writing at Lancaster University, had no idea what to do next, and ended up volunteering as a primary school teacher in Bangladesh. He has previously been published in <em>Cake Magazine<\/em> and <em>The Cadaverine<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For his daughter, learning fire Sometimes verbs are stopped mid-movement and held to a page like pictures: you, crouched by the darkening wood, new sounds mouthed over and over \u2013 the rustle of a twig stirring a cauldron of bright-grey ashes, the soft hiss as flame meets water. The sparks fall like snow catching fire [&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-2557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2557","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=2557"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2557\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2560,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2557\/revisions\/2560"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}