{"id":3301,"date":"2012-10-07T12:00:27","date_gmt":"2012-10-07T12:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3301"},"modified":"2020-05-29T09:45:21","modified_gmt":"2020-05-29T09:45:21","slug":"to-celebrate-national-poetry-day-we-bring-you-a-whole-weekful-of-poems-on-the-theme-of-stars-4","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-4\/","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><strong>Stars<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The stars were falling kamikaze.\u00a0 We traced their arcs<br \/>\nin the black while you talked them down.\u00a0 We are stars<\/p>\n<p>you say.\u00a0 Crescendos of bits thrown in fits, explosions<br \/>\ncasting us adrift.\u00a0 No wonder we feel so jumbled<\/p>\n<p>nothing quite fitting as fragments collide, make shapes<br \/>\nof us.\u00a0 Pieces and sparks all floating in veins.\u00a0 No-one<\/p>\n<p>knows which direction so we keep still, feel the rushing.<br \/>\nIs this the feeling that means we&#8217;re alive?<\/p>\n<p>We slept in a field in August.\u00a0 Warm grass stuffs noses.<br \/>\nThe sky rests on our chest counting every rise and fall.<\/p>\n<p>Waking crows draw lines above our faces.\u00a0 The sky<br \/>\nis closer than it ever was, but the stars are not.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll look for the one you singled out and said think of me<br \/>\nremember how you told me it wouldn&#8217;t fall.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Zelda Chappel<\/strong> is a poet and general daydreamer living halfway between the city and the sea. \u00a0Her work can most recently be found in <em>Popshot, South Bank Poetry<\/em> and <em>Elbow Room<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Stars The stars were falling kamikaze.\u00a0 We traced their arcs in the black while you talked them down.\u00a0 We are stars you say.\u00a0 Crescendos of bits thrown in fits, explosions casting us adrift.\u00a0 No wonder we feel so jumbled nothing quite fitting as fragments collide, make shapes of us.\u00a0 Pieces and sparks all floating [&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-3301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3301","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=3301"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3301\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22145,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3301\/revisions\/22145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}