{"id":3299,"date":"2012-10-06T12:00:35","date_gmt":"2012-10-06T12:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3299"},"modified":"2012-10-03T14:13:09","modified_gmt":"2012-10-03T14:13:09","slug":"to-celebrate-national-poetry-day-we-bring-you-a-whole-weekful-of-poems-on-the-theme-of-stars-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/to-celebrate-national-poetry-day-we-bring-you-a-whole-weekful-of-poems-on-the-theme-of-stars-3\/","title":{"rendered":"To celebrate National Poetry Day, we bring you a whole weekful of poems on the theme of &#8216;Stars&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Void\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I imagine that this is like being inside the song<br \/>\nblue velvet, dark as fifties crooners<br \/>\nSilencing as drinking ink,<br \/>\nflows in my nose and ears and mouth<br \/>\nnot suddenly but with permission<br \/>\nI could crawl inside it and sleep soundly<br \/>\ndreamless, I imagine<br \/>\nits those nights dormicing in ripened corn dizzy and tipsy<br \/>\ndrinking from the bowl sky<br \/>\nI can even put in the stars its lacking<br \/>\nit\u2019s given me that august Norfolk night<br \/>\nin jagged Manchester<br \/>\ndrink it it in and you will see why<br \/>\nsometimes,<br \/>\nI can\u2019t breathe in this city<br \/>\nI have never felt so much myself<br \/>\nso much a part of all the world as there<br \/>\nno hustle just stalk sounds , owl and bat wing<br \/>\nyou can almost hear things growing.<\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Anna Percy<\/strong> completed a creative writing MA from Manchester University in 2009, one half of <em>Stirred Poetry<\/em>, has been writing for publication and performance around the country for eight years. Her work encompasses: love, loss, losing your mind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Note: <em>Void<\/em> was written while looking at Anish Kapoor\u2019s Piece of that name<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Void\u00a0 I imagine that this is like being inside the song blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners Silencing as drinking ink, flows in my nose and ears and mouth not suddenly but with permission I could crawl inside it and sleep soundly dreamless, I imagine its those nights dormicing in ripened corn dizzy [&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-3299","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3299","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=3299"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3300,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3299\/revisions\/3300"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}