{"id":601,"date":"2010-03-24T11:40:00","date_gmt":"2010-03-24T11:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=601"},"modified":"2010-03-24T11:40:00","modified_gmt":"2010-03-24T11:40:00","slug":"michelle-mcgrane-is-at-the-festival-of-dolls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/michelle-mcgrane-is-at-the-festival-of-dolls\/","title":{"rendered":"Michelle McGrane is at the festival of dolls"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Hina Matsuri<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The morning after<br \/>\nthe festival,<br \/>a sigh stole through the alcove<br \/>where the doll altar<br \/>\n stood.<\/p>\n<p>In the pavilion, the tiny lord<br \/>bowed his head, a fist<br \/>\ncurled at his side,<br \/>a hand upon his lady&#39;s shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>She dried<br \/>\n her eyes<br \/>with a trailing sleeve, her mouth<br \/>a red &#8220;oh!&#8221;, her fan<br \/>\nconcealed<br \/>in the folds of her kimono.<\/p>\n<p>The ladies-in-waiting<br \/>packed<br \/>\n away the sak\u00e9 trays;<br \/>the forelocked minstrels<br \/>ceased drumming and<br \/>\n fluting.<\/p>\n<p>The mandarin trees<br \/>shed their quartz blooms;<br \/>the<br \/>\nporcelain dogs<br \/>hid behind the palanquin.<\/p>\n<p>Ears cocked to the<br \/>\ndoor,<br \/>they waited for the girl, the caskets<br \/>and the mothballs.<\/p>\n<p>*<br \/>\n Hina Matsuri, the Japanese Doll Festival<\/p>\n<p><br style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">* Michelle McGrane<\/span>&#39;s<br \/>\ncollection, The Suitable Girl, is forthcoming in the United Kingdom in<br \/>\n2010. She lives in Johannesburg, South Africa, and blogs at peony moon <a href=\"http:\/\/peonymoon.wordpress.com\">http:\/\/peonymoon.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hina Matsuri The morning after the festival,a sigh stole through the alcovewhere the doll altar stood. In the pavilion, the tiny lordbowed his head, a fist curled at his side,a hand upon his lady&#39;s shoulder. She dried her eyeswith a trailing sleeve, her moutha red &#8220;oh!&#8221;, her fan concealedin the folds of her kimono. The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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-601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=601"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/601\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}