{"id":9056,"date":"2015-08-21T08:00:20","date_gmt":"2015-08-21T08:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9056"},"modified":"2015-07-29T13:48:13","modified_gmt":"2015-07-29T13:48:13","slug":"sally-douglas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/sally-douglas\/","title":{"rendered":"Sally Douglas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Wayland the Smith<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He moved into cars.<\/p>\n<p>It was inevitable<\/p>\n<p>with no more ploughs to mend<\/p>\n<p>or horses left with a silver penny<\/p>\n<p>for a special overnight job.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There was still a bit of welding<\/p>\n<p>you know, axles and stuff<\/p>\n<p>though he had oxy to do it now<\/p>\n<p>bright but soulless<\/p>\n<p>and anyway all you can get these days is mild steel<\/p>\n<p>not the real wrought stuff<\/p>\n<p>its sinews strong with glassy slag \u2013<\/p>\n<p>so what\u2019s the point?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And empty days he manned the single one-armed pump<\/p>\n<p>snuffed up petrol fumes<\/p>\n<p>to clear his head.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Still hobbled<\/p>\n<p>from that old wound to his hamstrings.<\/p>\n<p>But he managed. Folk admired him.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The youngsters thought he was a<\/p>\n<p>character.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He died, I think.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sally Douglas<\/strong> lives in Devon, UK. She has been published in various journals, including <em>The Rialto, Ambit<\/em> and <em>Envoi.<\/em> Her collection <em>Candling the Eggs<\/em> is published by Cinnamon Press. She blogs very intermittently at<a href=\"http:\/\/sallydouglas.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\"> http:\/\/sallydouglas.blogspot.co.uk\u00a0 <\/a>where a selection of her poetry, including extracts from the book, can be found. Twitter : @SallyDPoet<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Wayland the Smith &nbsp; &nbsp; He moved into cars. It was inevitable with no more ploughs to mend or horses left with a silver penny for a special overnight job. &nbsp; There was still a bit of welding you know, axles and stuff though he had oxy to do it now bright but [&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-9056","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9056","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=9056"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9056\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9057,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9056\/revisions\/9057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9056"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9056"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9056"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}