{"id":9065,"date":"2015-08-24T08:00:42","date_gmt":"2015-08-24T08:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9065"},"modified":"2015-07-29T14:12:06","modified_gmt":"2015-07-29T14:12:06","slug":"linda-rose-parkes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/linda-rose-parkes\/","title":{"rendered":"Linda Rose Parkes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bovine<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A field has sprung up on the first floor landing<\/p>\n<p>where a bull cranes his large-boned head<\/p>\n<p>towards her, disbudded horns nudging the wool,<\/p>\n<p>sunlight tinkering through the grasses.<\/p>\n<p>She tries to coax him, wheedle him down<\/p>\n<p>with fresh greens. But now<\/p>\n<p>he holds her with his black stare \u2026<\/p>\n<p>head lowered, blood beating, thunder<\/p>\n<p>about to bellow through the walls<\/p>\n<p>as the clock hand shudders &#8230; her life<\/p>\n<p>a cardboard box of limits, of scales,<\/p>\n<p>tape measures and set squares;<\/p>\n<p>so when the bull-browed god strolled in \u2013<\/p>\n<p>bull god of rain and fecundating power,<\/p>\n<p>of exuberant storm winds \u2013 she saw<\/p>\n<p>only bovine; then stricken<\/p>\n<p>in his glare, she&#8217;s held there.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Linda Rose Parkes<\/strong> was born in Jersey, Channel Island, and studied literature \u00a0at U.E.A. Poet and lyricist, her third collection <em>Familiars<\/em> was published by Hearing Eye in November, 2014.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bovine &nbsp; &nbsp; A field has sprung up on the first floor landing where a bull cranes his large-boned head towards her, disbudded horns nudging the wool, sunlight tinkering through the grasses. She tries to coax him, wheedle him down with fresh greens. But now he holds her with his black stare [&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-9065","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9065","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=9065"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9065\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9067,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9065\/revisions\/9067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9065"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9065"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9065"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}