{"id":394,"date":"2011-09-30T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2011-09-30T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=394"},"modified":"2011-09-30T11:00:00","modified_gmt":"2011-09-30T11:00:00","slug":"austin-mccarrons-stolen-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/austin-mccarrons-stolen-child\/","title":{"rendered":"Austin McCarron's 'Stolen Child'"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Stolen Child<\/span>

I am the stolen child,<\/span>
peasant of air,<\/span>
blue thighed, <\/span>
with my gift of spring, <\/span>
who plays with animals of light.<\/span>

In crowded cities owners<\/span>
of death pay me in trances.<\/span>
I shine like the sun of blood.<\/span>
Outcasts with blind stories<\/span>
stare at my religions.<\/span>

I find a way made of coarse<\/span>
rope and steel convulsions.<\/span>
I stand on a platform without eyes.  <\/span>
I share in the fate of broken revelations.<\/span>

I fall like smoke out of unknown stars,<\/span>
treading water in a sea of crimes.<\/span>
All around me I search for silver<\/span>
spires and masks of hidden races.<\/span>
Turning, I find my soul, floating<\/span>
past me, red with painted sounds.<\/span>

<\/p>\n


*Austin McCarron <\/span>says: I'm from New Zealand but have lived in London for many years.  I've appeared in numerous small press magazines in the U.K., France and the U.S.A. over the past five years.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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