{"id":8640,"date":"2015-06-11T08:00:22","date_gmt":"2015-06-11T08:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=8640"},"modified":"2020-12-09T14:58:27","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T14:58:27","slug":"marion-mccready-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/marion-mccready-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Marion McCready"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>The Un-Mother<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The clouds of a new dawn whisper around me \u2013<br \/>\nor are they nurses?<\/p>\n<p>The blue firmament is a light-rattled ceiling;<br \/>\nthe lighthouse of the doctor shines above me.<\/p>\n<p>My body is a reef \u2013 it is growing from me.<br \/>\nI have octopus arms and legs; this bed<br \/>\ncannot contain me.<\/p>\n<p>I am fighting against myself, head wrapped<br \/>\nin a cloud or a clamp of hands.<\/p>\n<p>I yell in an underwater language.<\/p>\n<p>I yell for the baby formed in the lowest<br \/>\nparts of the earth \u2013 for the burning ball of flesh<br \/>\nnow tearing my skin to strips of tissue paper.<\/p>\n<p>Only there is no baby left.<\/p>\n<p>I am simply a tree making shapes<br \/>\nin the wind \u2013 losing parts of myself<br \/>\nto the coming winter.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Marion McCready<\/strong> lives in Dunoon, Argyll. Her first full-length collection, <em>Tree Language<\/em>, was published by Eyewear publishing (2014). She blogs at <a href=\"http:\/\/sorlily.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">http:\/\/sorlily.blogspot.co.uk\/<br \/>\n<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; The Un-Mother The clouds of a new dawn whisper around me \u2013 or are they nurses? The blue firmament is a light-rattled ceiling; the lighthouse of the doctor shines above me. My body is a reef \u2013 it is growing from me. I have octopus arms and legs; this bed cannot contain me. I [&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":[139,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2015-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640","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=8640"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23791,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8640\/revisions\/23791"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}