{"id":2566,"date":"2012-05-17T15:48:33","date_gmt":"2012-05-17T15:48:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2566"},"modified":"2012-05-17T15:48:33","modified_gmt":"2012-05-17T15:48:33","slug":"helen-calcutt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/helen-calcutt\/","title":{"rendered":"Helen Calcutt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>In the falling deer\u2019s mouth<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nThere was an axe, and it buried the tree.<br \/>\nA footprint like God entered the blank space.<\/p>\n<p>Every creaking sound was a leaking of butterflies<br \/>\nring by ring, surfacing the wound. Yellow, spirit like.<\/p>\n<p>A cry has taken refuge in the rock. Even now it tries<br \/>\nlike an ache to forget itself, and be silent. Absolutely.<\/p>\n<p>Where the echo runs, a lighthouse of birdsong<br \/>\ncollapses.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Helen Calcutt<\/strong> is an English poet born in the industrial Black Country. Her debut collection under the working title <em>Half light<\/em> is forthcoming this year with further journal publications in the U.K. France and America. She works as a poetry tutor for, among others, Creative Alliance, The Stratford Literary Festival, The Andrew Logan Gallery festival, Writing West Midlands, Write On! and The Poetry Society. She lives in the U.K.\u00a0 Find out more <a href=\"http:\/\/www.helencalcutt.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the falling deer\u2019s mouth There was an axe, and it buried the tree. A footprint like God entered the blank space. Every creaking sound was a leaking of butterflies ring by ring, surfacing the wound. Yellow, spirit like. A cry has taken refuge in the rock. Even now it tries like an ache to [&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-2566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2566","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=2566"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2568,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2566\/revisions\/2568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}