{"id":8280,"date":"2015-03-16T09:00:14","date_gmt":"2015-03-16T09:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8280"},"modified":"2020-12-14T13:43:11","modified_gmt":"2020-12-14T13:43:11","slug":"sonam-chhoki-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sonam-chhoki-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sonam Chhoki"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Meeting<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A gaunt figure, head bent, face obscured, walks through the withered grass at the edge of the field. I don\u2019t know why I think it\u2019s a he. The measured stride seems to suggest a certain sense of purpose. Where is he bound for, through our overgrown land? And why does he keep his arms by the sides, as if he dare not breathe even as he moves? Against the bobbing branches of the old cypress, he is like an apparition dropped from the belly of the rain-laden clouds. Is it the failing light or is his frame elongating with each step he takes?<br \/>\nI\u2019m not sure what I should say when we come face to face. A white Apsoo crashes through the shrubs. I bend to pat it.<br \/>\n\u2018Is this your dog?\u2019<br \/>\nEven before I look up he is gone.<\/p>\n<p>dipping<br \/>\ninto the setting sun &#8211;<br \/>\na swan&#8217;s head<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Born and raised in the kingdom of Bhutan, <strong>Sonam Chhoki<\/strong> is inspired by her father, Sonam Gyamtsho,\u00a0 the architect of Bhutan&#8217;s non-monastic modern education. Her Japanese short form poetry has been published in poetry journals and anthologies in Australia, Canada, Germany, Ireland, India, Japan, UK and US and included in the Cultural Olympics 2012 Poetry Parnassus and BBC Radio Scotland Written Word Programme.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Meeting A gaunt figure, head bent, face obscured, walks through the withered grass at the edge of the field. I don\u2019t know why I think it\u2019s a he. The measured stride seems to suggest a certain sense of purpose. Where is he bound for, through our overgrown land? And why does he keep his [&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":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8280","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-haibun-tanka-haiku-haiga"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8280","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=8280"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8280\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24020,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8280\/revisions\/24020"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8280"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8280"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8280"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}