{"id":8499,"date":"2015-05-08T09:00:15","date_gmt":"2015-05-08T09:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8499"},"modified":"2015-04-28T12:45:45","modified_gmt":"2015-04-28T12:45:45","slug":"sally-evans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sally-evans\/","title":{"rendered":"Sally Evans"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Pilcrows<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>They came, in place of the Person from Porlock,<br \/>\nin swarming ranks on my typescript.<br \/>\nThey stormed across the verse tale\u2019s infancy,<br \/>\nblew its moment of arrival, not versatile.<br \/>\nThe poem took its hat hastily<br \/>\non the interruption, and stalked out<br \/>\nnot leaving even a glove or scarf to impress<br \/>\nand once the Pilcrows departed, I saw<br \/>\nmy desperate attempts to corner them<br \/>\naway from the mainstream of my mind<br \/>\nhad failed. O Pilcrows,<br \/>\nyou do not care for what might have been.<br \/>\nPilcrows, you are not welcome at this poet\u2019s table;<br \/>\nI have no crumbs for you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sally Evans<\/strong> has published several poetry books, including <em>Poetic Adventures in Scotland<\/em> (2014) and <em>The Bees<\/em> (2008), and has been published widely in magazines.\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/desktopsallye.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.desktopsallye.com<\/a> , twitter @sallyevanz1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Pilcrows They came, in place of the Person from Porlock, in swarming ranks on my typescript. They stormed across the verse tale\u2019s infancy, blew its moment of arrival, not versatile. The poem took its hat hastily on the interruption, and stalked out not leaving even a glove or scarf to impress [&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-8499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8499","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=8499"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8502,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8499\/revisions\/8502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}