{"id":4181,"date":"2013-03-17T09:00:06","date_gmt":"2013-03-17T09:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=4181"},"modified":"2013-03-15T10:45:43","modified_gmt":"2013-03-15T10:45:43","slug":"rachel-piercey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/rachel-piercey\/","title":{"rendered":"Rachel Piercey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Insistent Camel<\/strong><br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Ends up, I am left with him.<br \/>\nHe spits, too.<br \/>\nBut neither of us<br \/>\nhas much say in the matter.<\/p>\n<p>I pack a block for climbing onto him;<br \/>\nhe lifts his chin<br \/>\nand shoulders his jellied reserves.<br \/>\nHe\u2019ll need them where we\u2019re going,<\/p>\n<p>me slotted on his back<br \/>\ngripping tight,<br \/>\ngradually learning his irregular<br \/>\ngait and personality.<\/p>\n<p>We traverse hot alien lands<br \/>\nand nearly freeze in the evenings.<br \/>\nI hope he can\u2019t sense<br \/>\nmy hungry eye appraising him<\/p>\n<p>for a more daily use<br \/>\nthan adventuring.<br \/>\nHe doesn\u2019t try to leave me.<br \/>\nI think he wants me there<\/p>\n<p>though he could make it alone.<br \/>\nI can tell of his firmness when I lagged,<br \/>\nI can tell of the strange sights<br \/>\nhe was born to. I can tell.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Rachel Piercey<\/strong> won the Newdigate Prize in 2008 and completed her MA in Creative Writing in 2011. An illustrated collection of her love poems, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.emmadaianwright.com\/theemmporium\/the-emma-press-2\/the-flower-and-the-plough\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Flower and the Plough<\/em><\/a> is published by Emma Press.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Insistent Camel Ends up, I am left with him. He spits, too. But neither of us has much say in the matter. I pack a block for climbing onto him; he lifts his chin and shoulders his jellied reserves. He\u2019ll need them where we\u2019re going, me slotted on his back gripping tight, gradually [&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-4181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4181","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=4181"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4181\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4183,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4181\/revisions\/4183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}