{"id":2956,"date":"2012-08-06T12:00:17","date_gmt":"2012-08-06T12:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2956"},"modified":"2012-08-05T16:27:25","modified_gmt":"2012-08-05T16:27:25","slug":"jenny-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jenny-hope\/","title":{"rendered":"Jenny Hope"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sheep<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A cruck of moon across the village. \u00a0A half-cut sky.<\/p>\n<p>The farmer is driving her sheep through the lane, grub-tight,<\/p>\n<p>in the hinged-light of an open grave.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Court Meadow is empty but soon ewes and lambs<\/p>\n<p>will pair up for the evening. Their bleats blur with the sounds<\/p>\n<p>of dog and a murder of crows.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The verges are lined with ghosts. The day&#8217;s hot breath has gone.<\/p>\n<p>Sheep are shielded from gateways; jaws slack as middle-aged women.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And night presses down firm as flesh; sounds of settling as day recedes.<\/p>\n<p>Silence hushes the polished sky, save for the bleating of desperate sheep.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jenny Hope<\/strong> is a Worcestershire based writer.\u00a0 Her poetry collection,\u00a0 <em>Petrolhead<\/em>, was published in 2010 by Oversteps books. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.overstepsbooks.com\/\">www.overstepsbooks.com<\/a>.\u00a0 Her website is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetrymaker.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.poetrymaker.co.uk.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Sheep A cruck of moon across the village. \u00a0A half-cut sky. The farmer is driving her sheep through the lane, grub-tight, in the hinged-light of an open grave. &nbsp; The Court Meadow is empty but soon ewes and lambs will pair up for the evening. Their bleats blur with the sounds of dog [&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-2956","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956","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=2956"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2958,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2956\/revisions\/2958"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}