{"id":8269,"date":"2015-03-15T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2015-03-15T09:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8269"},"modified":"2015-03-15T23:50:54","modified_gmt":"2015-03-15T23:50:54","slug":"eve-kimber","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/eve-kimber\/","title":{"rendered":"Eve Kimber"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bad\u00a0 Dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have found<\/p>\n<p>To be a mother is to fear all horrors.<\/p>\n<p>Served nightly on the television screen,<\/p>\n<p>the bruises, broken heads, and broken lives,<\/p>\n<p>stretched out to entertain, scene after scene;<\/p>\n<p>they peel their characters\u2019 souls, peel back their secrets<\/p>\n<p>like the skin of a grape, purple and raw;<\/p>\n<p>and then comes the News to inform us, closing in<\/p>\n<p>on latest images of this year\u2019s war.<\/p>\n<p>You see a mother\u2019s son, his dead head muffled close<\/p>\n<p>in a stranger\u2019s coat, he\u2019s broken and defiled;<\/p>\n<p>crying out, Let not the world do this to you;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">my child, my child!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The baby gazes back from his warm crib,<\/p>\n<p>while I bend over him, panicked and wild<\/p>\n<p>,\u2028his eyes are webs of sleep and innocence:<\/p>\n<p>a child of wonder, like that woman\u2019s child.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Eve Kimber<\/strong> has been writing for so many years that she suspects her style has gone out of fashion and she&#8217;s reinventing herself to come round again, like vintage clothes. One published book and poems in <em>Poetry Review<\/em> and other magazines.\u00a0 See more here: <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><span style=\"font-family: Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><a href=\"wordsaremychocolate@wordpress.com\">wordsaremychocolate@wordpress.com<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Bad\u00a0 Dreams &nbsp; I have found To be a mother is to fear all horrors. Served nightly on the television screen, the bruises, broken heads, and broken lives, stretched out to entertain, scene after scene; they peel their characters\u2019 souls, peel back their secrets like the skin of a grape, purple and raw; and [&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-8269","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269","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=8269"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8272,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8269\/revisions\/8272"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}