{"id":77,"date":"2012-02-12T18:37:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-12T18:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=77"},"modified":"2012-02-12T18:37:00","modified_gmt":"2012-02-12T18:37:00","slug":"amy-rafferty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/amy-rafferty\/","title":{"rendered":"Amy Rafferty"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir<\/span><\/p>\n<p>P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir took a boat all the way to Svalbard. <br \/>With a little seed cupped in her little hand. <br \/>The seed was her father <br \/>and the boat was her love <br \/>and Svalbard was the only safe place she could think <br \/>to take him. <\/p>\n<p>P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir knocked on the door of the doomsday vault <br \/>and asked in a little voice from her little mouth, <br \/>&#39;Let us in please.&#39; <\/p>\n<p>But the vault was empty. <\/p>\n<p>Nothing stirred. <\/p>\n<p>Not even an icy wind to freeze the tears that came. <\/p>\n<p>P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir lay down in the snow <br \/>and died where she lay, <br \/>with the little seed cupped <br \/>in her little hand. <br \/>Waiting for the doomsday vault to save them both <br \/>and what warmth there was left in her <br \/>woke the seed. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*Amy Rafferty<\/span> is a Glaswegian living in the West Midlands. Her poetry and prose can be found in several anthologies, publications and ezines. Two of her poems were short listed for the international Fish poetry prize in 2010 and in 2009 she received a highly commended mention for her poetry collection, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir and the Land of Tiny Voices<\/span>. She is currently working on a debut album with her band, The Recovery Club and is studying for her Mlitt in Creative Writing at Glasgow University.<br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir took a boat all the way to Svalbard. With a little seed cupped in her little hand. The seed was her father and the boat was her love and Svalbard was the only safe place she could think to take him. P\u00e9tursd\u00f3ttir knocked on the door of the doomsday vault and asked in [&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-77","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77","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=77"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=77"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=77"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=77"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}