{"id":2575,"date":"2012-05-19T14:25:43","date_gmt":"2012-05-19T14:25:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2575"},"modified":"2012-05-19T14:27:59","modified_gmt":"2012-05-19T14:27:59","slug":"cara-brennan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/cara-brennan\/","title":{"rendered":"Cara Brennan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Quilt\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The October sun breeds<br \/>\ncataracts and the breeze<br \/>\nfreezes my bones.<\/p>\n<p>My neck is wool-deep in check<br \/>\nand it\u2019s hard to text<br \/>\nwith mittens on.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not been this bright in weeks<br \/>\nthe glow shows glitter<br \/>\nin rows up the street.<\/p>\n<p>The morning, like a hot drink<br \/>\nin a cold glass means the nights<br \/>\nare drawing in.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019ll pull my blanket to the bed.<br \/>\nIt is patchwork.<br \/>\nIt is made from destroyed dresses.<\/p>\n<p>I envisage one,<br \/>\nblack with small blue birds.<\/p>\n<p>Their feathers shake<br \/>\nwith the chill of my house<br \/>\ntheir beaks are a hurried applause.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nawe.co.uk\/DB\/young-writer-profiles\/cara-brennan.html\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>Cara Brennan<\/strong><\/a> is\u00a0 22 and is on the Creative Writing MA at Newcastle University. She is part of The Writing Squad, has read at Ilkley Lit Festival and will have a pamphlet coming out in September with Valley Press.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Quilt\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The October sun breeds cataracts and the breeze freezes my bones. My neck is wool-deep in check and it\u2019s hard to text with mittens on. It\u2019s not been this bright in weeks the glow shows glitter in rows up the street. The morning, like a hot drink in a cold glass means the nights [&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-2575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2575","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=2575"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2579,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2575\/revisions\/2579"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}