{"id":6916,"date":"2014-06-14T08:00:02","date_gmt":"2014-06-14T08:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=6916"},"modified":"2014-05-27T12:38:39","modified_gmt":"2014-05-27T12:38:39","slug":"gill-mcevoy-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/gill-mcevoy-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Gill McEvoy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Foal<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The new foal totters on legs<\/p>\n<p>a spider would not care to own.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn\u2019t yet know what legs are for,<\/p>\n<p>nor how to manage them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Only knows it wants the warm grey bag<\/p>\n<p>beneath the dam,<\/p>\n<p>the hot sweet milk let down,<\/p>\n<p>the tail-wagging thrill.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Its soft lips find the teat and clamp.<\/p>\n<p>It drinks its fill,<\/p>\n<p>then folds its awkward legs<\/p>\n<p>and sinks down in the straw.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The mother gently nuzzles it,<\/p>\n<p>nickers in its furry ear, telling it<\/p>\n<p>of freedom in the grassy fields,<\/p>\n<p>the chance to roll and gallop.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But it sleeps sound, and fields as yet<\/p>\n<p>belong to futures unimaginable.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Gill McEvoy<\/strong> is a Hawthornden Fellow. Her second Cinnamon Press collection is\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.cinnamonpress.com\/rise\/\" target=\"_blank\">\u00a0<em>Rise<\/em><\/a>\u00a0 ( 2013.) Gill runs many poetry events in Chester where she lives.<\/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; Foal &nbsp; The new foal totters on legs a spider would not care to own. It doesn\u2019t yet know what legs are for, nor how to manage them. &nbsp; Only knows it wants the warm grey bag beneath the dam, the hot sweet milk let down, the tail-wagging thrill. &nbsp; Its soft [&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-6916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6916","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=6916"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6918,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6916\/revisions\/6918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}