{"id":903,"date":"2010-11-29T14:49:00","date_gmt":"2010-11-29T14:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=903"},"modified":"2010-11-29T14:49:00","modified_gmt":"2010-11-29T14:49:00","slug":"two-short-poems-from-john-vaughan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-short-poems-from-john-vaughan\/","title":{"rendered":"Two short poems from John Vaughan"},"content":{"rendered":"

New Growth<\/span>

One trims his toe-nails<\/span>
Another gathers up the cuttings<\/span>
Plants them in the patch of ground<\/span>
Behind the shed<\/span>

Someone now supervises<\/span>
Organises a rota<\/span>
And watches out<\/span>
For an earth moment.<\/span>

A signpost spouts up<\/span>
There\u2019s now a field of toe-nails<\/span>
Sturdy enough to be reaped <\/span>
And lifted into storage silos.<\/span>


Nightmare<\/span>

It\u2019s the bad dreams that meat-cut through<\/span>
the  neck of sleep. Again, there\u2019s blood <\/span>
on your hands from your torn and stretched <\/span>
fingers. The branch you are holding is weakening;<\/span>
the roots of the aspen tug out braids of earth,<\/span>
dislodge grass and begin to lift and shift stone.<\/span>
Unable to move, you hang <\/span>
like a weight.<\/span>

The nightmare now takes you.<\/span>
You say a prayer to anywhere. Once more,<\/span>
you hear a voice but there are no words<\/span>
meant for you. In the real world no one<\/span>
is listening; in the real world no one<\/span>
is breathing.<\/span>




*John Vaughan<\/span> went to an evening class in 2003 on writing, re-discovered Poetry, took a Creative Writing degree at the former Norwich School of Art and Design 2005-08, and admits that he has caught the 'poetry bug'. Enjoys writing.<\/span>
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New GrowthOne trims his toe-nailsAnother gathers up the cuttingsPlants them in the patch of groundBehind the shedSomeone now supervisesOrganises a rotaAnd watches outFor an earth moment.A signpost spouts upThere\u2019s now a field of toe-nailsSturdy enough to be reaped And lifted into storage silos.NightmareIt\u2019s the bad dreams that meat-cut throughthe  neck of sleep. Again, there\u2019s blood […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/903","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=903"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/903\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}