{"id":2666,"date":"2012-06-11T12:00:15","date_gmt":"2012-06-11T12:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2666"},"modified":"2012-06-08T11:44:28","modified_gmt":"2012-06-08T11:44:28","slug":"julia-webb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/julia-webb\/","title":{"rendered":"Julia Webb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Winter at Daniel\u2019s Hole<br \/>\n<\/strong><br \/>\nWe camped there in summer evening heat;<br \/>\ntents pitched on tinder-dry grass,<br \/>\nwhile we cooked meat and grain,<br \/>\ntore bread to wipe our wooden bowls,<br \/>\nto fill our bellies for sleep.<\/p>\n<p>But winter is all box-shine,<br \/>\nglow-forth and ice-glint,<br \/>\nand ice net-curtains the pond,<br \/>\ntinsels the grass, hardens the mud track<br \/>\ndown to Daniel\u2019s Hole<br \/>\nwhere a boy once drowned:<\/p>\n<p>sunk suddenly without a trace,<br \/>\nthe blonde of his hair disappearing swiftly,<br \/>\nlike birthing sped up and in reverse.<br \/>\nI imagine he\u2019s still there beneath the ice,<br \/>\nthe sparkle of frost lighting up his face.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Julia Webb<\/strong> has a BA in Creative Writing from Norwich University College of the Arts and an MA in poetry from The University of East Anglia. \u00a0She was the winner of The 2011 National Poetry Society Stanza competition. She lives in Norwich where she teaches creative writing and runs The Norwich Poetry Book Group.\u00a0 She is a regular reviewer for IS&amp;T.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Winter at Daniel\u2019s Hole We camped there in summer evening heat; tents pitched on tinder-dry grass, while we cooked meat and grain, tore bread to wipe our wooden bowls, to fill our bellies for sleep. But winter is all box-shine, glow-forth and ice-glint, and ice net-curtains the pond, tinsels the grass, hardens the mud track [&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-2666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2666","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=2666"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2666\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2667,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2666\/revisions\/2667"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}