{"id":8382,"date":"2015-04-06T08:00:41","date_gmt":"2015-04-06T08:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8382"},"modified":"2015-03-30T17:18:49","modified_gmt":"2015-03-30T17:18:49","slug":"robin-houghton-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/robin-houghton-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Robin Houghton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Small Horse<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>Equuleus Pictoris<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A bent line, not much more:<br \/>\nPictor, the Abb\u00e9 saw an easel<br \/>\nin you, twig-tendril afloat<br \/>\nin the Southern sky.<\/p>\n<p>Your jaunty stance winks<br \/>\nneither canvas nor paint.<br \/>\nThree points pink, half-seen<br \/>\nfrom half the earth, your place<\/p>\n<p>is mapped on a flat universe<br \/>\nthat blindfolds us. And I<br \/>\nam further away from you<br \/>\nthan the Abb\u00e9 on a starry night,<\/p>\n<p>or the artist whose mind<br \/>\nblended bright with black,<br \/>\nturned lines into swirls<br \/>\nflung colour at galaxies.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Robin Houghton<\/strong>\u2019s work appears in various magazines including <em>The Rialto\u00a0 <\/em>and<em> Poetry New<\/em>s. She won the 2013 Hamish Canham prize and the 2014 Stanza competition.\u00a0 Pamphlet: <em>The Great Vowel Shift<\/em> (Telltale Press 2014). Blog: <a href=\"https:\/\/ukpoetgal.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.poetgal.co.uk<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Twitter: @robinhoughton<\/p>\n<p>Note: The constellation Pictor was named by Abb\u00e9 Nicholas Louis de Lacaille, who named 15 of the 88 constellations. Originally called Equuleus Pictoris, the Painter&#8217;s Easel. Equuleus, which means &#8220;small horse&#8221;, referred to the wooden stand which formed the common type of easel in Lacaille&#8217;s time.<\/p>\n<p>This poem first appeared in the anthology <em>Heavenly Bodies<\/em> (Beautiful Dragons 2014)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Small Horse Equuleus Pictoris A bent line, not much more: Pictor, the Abb\u00e9 saw an easel in you, twig-tendril afloat in the Southern sky. Your jaunty stance winks neither canvas nor paint. Three points pink, half-seen from half the earth, your place is mapped on a flat universe that blindfolds us. 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-8382","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8382","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=8382"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8382\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8384,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8382\/revisions\/8384"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8382"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8382"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}