{"id":783,"date":"2010-08-18T13:11:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-18T13:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=783"},"modified":"2010-08-18T13:11:00","modified_gmt":"2010-08-18T13:11:00","slug":"susan-utting-says-its-too-late","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/susan-utting-says-its-too-late\/","title":{"rendered":"Susan Utting says it's too late"},"content":{"rendered":"

Too Late<\/span>
    <\/span>
Too late to cross your fingers now, there's<\/span>
blood on them, a splinter under the skin<\/span>
and seven years of it, if you believe it. <\/span>

You believe it, too, like magpies and the pull<\/span>
of a full moon, or a new moon seen through <\/span>
glass: you turn the silver in your pocket, wish.<\/span>

And now, first day of a new month and you say <\/span>
the usual words \u2013 too late to stop yourself,<\/span>
there's breath on them before you know it.<\/span>
 <\/span>
Under your skin you feel the splinter, watch <\/span>
the blood dry over it; wait for the lightning.<\/span>




*Susan Utting<\/a> <\/span>has poems in the current edition of <\/span>The North<\/span> and was selected for <\/span>The Times<\/span> best love poems feature in February this year. Her third and most recent collection is <\/span>Houses Without Walls<\/span><\/a>, (Two Rivers Press). <\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Too Late    Too late to cross your fingers now, there'sblood on them, a splinter under the skinand seven years of it, if you believe it. You believe it, too, like magpies and the pullof a full moon, or a new moon seen through glass: you turn the silver in your pocket, wish.And now, first day […]<\/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-783","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/783","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=783"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/783\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=783"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=783"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=783"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}