{"id":6356,"date":"2014-02-18T09:00:13","date_gmt":"2014-02-18T09:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6356"},"modified":"2014-02-03T09:56:58","modified_gmt":"2014-02-03T09:56:58","slug":"bridget-khursheed-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/bridget-khursheed-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Bridget Khursheed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Commute<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the water on the road<br \/>\nthe leaves in beaten hedgerow<br \/>\nthe beat-up car leaves<br \/>\nthe water on the car<br \/>\nis flicked off by the wipers<br \/>\nthere onto burnside road<br \/>\nthe brown water in the burn<br \/>\nthe hill it scours and turns<br \/>\nwater stronger than the rock<br \/>\nthe water on the road<br \/>\nnever stops culvert hedgerow<br \/>\nbeaten back and lochans<br \/>\nstand in fields can\u2019t stop<br \/>\nthe rain the beaten-up car<br \/>\nbites through on its way<br \/>\nthe water leaves and hay<br \/>\nsteams in stacks<br \/>\nat ploughed field edge<br \/>\nthe tractor chews the herbiage<br \/>\nbrown water on the road<br \/>\nthe hedge sinks into the dark<br \/>\nthe light leaves a beat-up sky<br \/>\nI go this way just to get home<br \/>\nthe water on the road<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bridget Khursheed<\/strong> is a poet based in the Borders; she also edits<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetandgeek.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"> www.poetandgeek.com<\/a> ; recent work in <em>The Eildon Tree, Stravaig, Poetry Scotland, Northwords Now, Valve, Message in a Bottle, Gutter, Up the Staircase<\/em> and <em>Southligh<\/em>t; obsessively logging the A68 over Soutra and birdlife on Easter Road.\u00a0 She has just won a Scottish Book Trust New Writer Award for poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Commute &nbsp; the water on the road the leaves in beaten hedgerow the beat-up car leaves the water on the car is flicked off by the wipers there onto burnside road the brown water in the burn the hill it scours and turns water stronger than the rock the water on the [&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-6356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6356","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=6356"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6356\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6398,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6356\/revisions\/6398"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}