{"id":7261,"date":"2014-08-29T08:00:37","date_gmt":"2014-08-29T08:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7261"},"modified":"2014-08-29T08:13:16","modified_gmt":"2014-08-29T08:13:16","slug":"jayne-stanton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jayne-stanton\/","title":{"rendered":"Jayne Stanton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>My Cat is Sad<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>because the late September sun she tracks<br \/>\nacross the duvet\u2019s hollow fibre tundra<br \/>\nmarks a downturn into winter weight.<\/p>\n<p>because the moon lies drowning<br \/>\nin her water bowl; stars she can\u2019t unpin<br \/>\nrefuse to sparkle on her bigger coat.<\/p>\n<p>because she\u2019s lost her sweeter side;<br \/>\nthat paintbrush tail runs ever-widening circles<br \/>\nround her whiskers\u2019 under-estimation \u2013<\/p>\n<p>last month\u2019s escape routes hold her back<br \/>\na little longer with each foiled attempt<br \/>\nto slip a tightening collar.<\/p>\n<p>because she doesn\u2019t know she\u2019s lost<br \/>\nherself: the changeling in a slanted past,<br \/>\nthe stranger in tomorrow\u2019s photographs.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jayne Stanton<\/strong> is a teacher and tutor from Leicestershire.\u00a0 Her poems appear in various online and print magazines. Her debut pamphlet is forthcoming from <em>Soundswrite Press<\/em> in autumn 2014.\u00a0 She blogs at <a href=\"http:\/\/jaynestantonpoetry.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/jaynestantonpoetry.wordpress.com\/<\/a> and tweets from @stantonjayne<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; My Cat is Sad because the late September sun she tracks across the duvet\u2019s hollow fibre tundra marks a downturn into winter weight. because the moon lies drowning in her water bowl; stars she can\u2019t unpin refuse to sparkle on her bigger coat. because she\u2019s lost her sweeter side; that paintbrush tail [&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-7261","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7261","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=7261"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7261\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7346,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7261\/revisions\/7346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}