{"id":4821,"date":"2013-06-28T09:00:07","date_gmt":"2013-06-28T09:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=4821"},"modified":"2013-06-25T09:49:04","modified_gmt":"2013-06-25T09:49:04","slug":"lesley-ingram","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lesley-ingram\/","title":{"rendered":"Lesley Ingram"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>T\u0177\u00a0 unnos \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(One Night House)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sunrise, the things I offer you:<\/p>\n<p>a house coughed up overnight<\/p>\n<p>by the earth in its own image,<\/p>\n<p>gorse, sods, turf, an eyeful<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>of window facing sunwards,<\/p>\n<p>an open door, a dirt floor<\/p>\n<p>to be polished by the weight<\/p>\n<p>of dancing feet and babies\u2019 knees,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a hearth in full flame, smoke<\/p>\n<p>surprised and blinking<\/p>\n<p>through hazel wicker,<\/p>\n<p>a chimney, triumphant.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My back into everything.<\/p>\n<p>The cwtch in my arms.<\/p>\n<p>The trajectory of an axe,<\/p>\n<p>the distance it yields. Years.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lesley Ingram<\/strong> is from Doncaster but now splits her time between Ledbury &amp; Saintes (France). She has an MA in CW from the University of Gloucestershire, has been published here and there, and is working on everywhere. She has entered one poetry competition, Ludlow, which she won, and is wondering &#8211; what next?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>T\u0177\u00a0 unnos \u00a0 (One Night House)<\/em> won the Ludlow Fringe Poetry Competition, June 2013.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; T\u0177\u00a0 unnos \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(One Night House) &nbsp; &nbsp; Sunrise, the things I offer you: a house coughed up overnight by the earth in its own image, gorse, sods, turf, an eyeful &nbsp; of window facing sunwards, an open door, a dirt floor to be polished by the weight of dancing feet and babies\u2019 [&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-4821","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4821","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=4821"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4824,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4821\/revisions\/4824"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}