{"id":9076,"date":"2015-08-27T08:00:16","date_gmt":"2015-08-27T08:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9076"},"modified":"2015-07-29T14:29:32","modified_gmt":"2015-07-29T14:29:32","slug":"dan-stathers-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/dan-stathers-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Dan Stathers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Burial<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Spring arrived with a <em>thud <\/em>at the window<\/p>\n<p>and the loose neck of a sudden corpse.<\/p>\n<p>I found it in the mad sunshine, with eyes<\/p>\n<p>snapped shut and wings tucked in;<\/p>\n<p>a feathered grub plucked belly side up.<\/p>\n<p>Its static talons clung stiff<\/p>\n<p>to the breeze as I held its tiny weight<\/p>\n<p>on my palm. Digging through<\/p>\n<p>severed roots, I shored an only grave,<\/p>\n<p>fit for a runt<\/p>\n<p>and placed the prim body<\/p>\n<p>at its cold end. I spilled the mound<\/p>\n<p>over, to clog the pit,<\/p>\n<p>inviting blind slitherers back<\/p>\n<p>to pick down the carcass &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>its restless heart still wet.<\/p>\n<p>Now the daffs bow their heads<\/p>\n<p>and the robin waits<\/p>\n<p>on the wall,<\/p>\n<p>keen to beak the turnings.<\/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>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Dan Stathers<\/strong> is from Kingsbridge in South Devon. After studying creative writing at the Open University, Dan was awarded the William Hunter Sharpe Memorial Scholarship by The University of Edinburgh (for poetry). He likes football and Border Terriers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This poem was first\u00a0 published in <em>Obsessed With Pipework<\/em>, 2013<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The Burial &nbsp; Spring arrived with a thud at the window and the loose neck of a sudden corpse. I found it in the mad sunshine, with eyes snapped shut and wings tucked in; a feathered grub plucked belly side up. Its static talons clung stiff to the breeze as I held [&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-9076","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9076","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=9076"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9078,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9076\/revisions\/9078"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9076"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9076"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}