{"id":6194,"date":"2014-01-09T09:00:47","date_gmt":"2014-01-09T09:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6194"},"modified":"2014-01-03T12:22:28","modified_gmt":"2014-01-03T12:22:28","slug":"matt-bryden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/matt-bryden\/","title":{"rendered":"Matt Bryden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Pilgrimage<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We sat on Porlock hill in the brunt face<br \/>\nof the Atlantic, the cairn scattered<br \/>\nwith your ashes a year ago and a week,<br \/>\napproached with wide eyes<br \/>\nand open shoulders; reached the peak<br \/>\nin warmth \u2013 a swimmer warms herself<br \/>\nin channel. When we looked back,<br \/>\nthe world was topsy-turvy, the sea the sky.<\/p>\n<p>Your furniture fills the home:<br \/>\nthe mirrored wardrobe a foot shy<br \/>\nof catching our lovemaking;<br \/>\nthe escritoire; the nightdress<br \/>\nwith a rip beneath its right shoulder;<br \/>\nunleafed beside our bed, King Arthur.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Matt Bryden<\/strong>&#8216;s poetry has appeared in\u00a0<em>Stand,\u00a0Magma,\u00a0Warwick Revie<\/em>w\u00a0and\u00a0<em>Modern Poetry in Translation<\/em>. His pamphlet\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.templarpoetry.co.uk\/publications\/nightporter.html\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Night Porter<\/em>\u00a0<\/a> was a winner of the Templar Pamphlet and Collection prize 2010. His first collection\u00a0<em>Boxing the Compass<\/em>\u00a0is forthcoming.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pilgrimage We sat on Porlock hill in the brunt face of the Atlantic, the cairn scattered with your ashes a year ago and a week, approached with wide eyes and open shoulders; reached the peak in warmth \u2013 a swimmer warms herself in channel. When we looked back, the world was topsy-turvy, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-6194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6194","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=6194"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6197,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6194\/revisions\/6197"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}