{"id":78,"date":"2012-02-14T17:13:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-14T17:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=78"},"modified":"2020-05-29T09:45:54","modified_gmt":"2020-05-29T09:45:54","slug":"on-love-and-winter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/on-love-and-winter\/","title":{"rendered":"On Love and Winter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ink-sweat-and-tears.blogharbor.com\/HelenIvory\/yu%20chengyou.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Love symbols spoken in a Chinese winter<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">I am grown tall in the telling of the yellow<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">that the dance leaves a signal for,<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">finishing the ridge in a luminous squall,<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">wanting your white elk-breath and the hoof-pound<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">at my door.\u00a0 I am the first blade turned black in winter<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">curled blunt; red-throat-berry-threading the snow.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">\u00a0<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">I am the first blade turned black in winter,<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">twisting under, green-blade-wanting.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"font-size: 16pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*<\/span>Poem by <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Helen Pletts<\/span><br \/>\nwhose two collections, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Bottle bank<\/span> and <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">For the chiding dove<\/span>, are both<br \/>\npublished by YWO\/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and<br \/>\navailable on Amazon. \u2018Bottle bank\u2019 was longlisted for The Bridport<br \/>\nPoetry Prize 2006, under Helen\u2019s maiden name of Bannister. You are<br \/>\nwelcome to visit <a href=\"http:\/\/www.stem-of-quietly-disarrayed-fertility.com\/\">www.stem-of-quietly-disarrayed-fertility.com.<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">*<\/span>Image by <span style=\"font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, mono; font-size: small;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Romit Berger<\/span> who says\u00a0 \u201cI am a graphic designer. I met my very dear friend, Helen Pletts, in Prague, several years ago. Helen\u2019s inspiration has led my graphic design career into that magical realm which combines illustration and poetry, and our creative wings continue to connect our souls through time and distance.\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love symbols spoken in a Chinese winter\u00a0I am grown tall in the telling of the yellowthat the dance leaves a signal for,\u00a0finishing the ridge in a luminous squall,wanting your white elk-breath and the hoof-pound\u00a0at my door.\u00a0 I am the first blade turned black in wintercurled blunt; red-throat-berry-threading the snow.\u00a0I am the first blade turned black [&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-78","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78","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=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21027,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions\/21027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=78"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=78"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}