{"id":4897,"date":"2013-07-19T09:00:57","date_gmt":"2013-07-19T09:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=4897"},"modified":"2013-07-04T10:32:21","modified_gmt":"2013-07-04T10:32:21","slug":"alison-chandler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/alison-chandler\/","title":{"rendered":"Alison Chandler"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sold<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You came back for your clothes and your laptop,<\/p>\n<p>your music &#8211; carefully pre-filed &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>a few of the more elegant things and of course<\/p>\n<p>the gadgets, leaving me to clear<\/p>\n<p>four storeys of what should have been<\/p>\n<p>a family life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I know our children are too young to miss<\/p>\n<p>the childhood I imagined &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>the garden, fruit trees, banisters to slide<\/p>\n<p>safe places to hide<\/p>\n<p>dreamy paddling pool days<\/p>\n<p>played out under hosepipe rain,<\/p>\n<p>velvet nights in rooms where once we rocked<\/p>\n<p>their baby selves to sleep &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>but still I mourn it with a crazy grief<\/p>\n<p>so strong that somewhere<\/p>\n<p>it plays on<\/p>\n<p>smiling, safe and unaware.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Alison Chandler<\/strong> (She has an MA in Creative Writing from Birkbeck and has published several short stories. She is currently editing her first novel, <em>Tidings<\/em>, with an agent from Wales who understands.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/alisonchandlerwriter.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">This is her website<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sold &nbsp; &nbsp; You came back for your clothes and your laptop, your music &#8211; carefully pre-filed &#8211; a few of the more elegant things and of course the gadgets, leaving me to clear four storeys of what should have been a family life. &nbsp; &nbsp; I know our children are too [&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-4897","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4897","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=4897"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4897\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4899,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4897\/revisions\/4899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4897"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4897"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4897"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}