{"id":9299,"date":"2015-10-03T08:00:06","date_gmt":"2015-10-03T08:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9299"},"modified":"2015-10-03T09:10:17","modified_gmt":"2015-10-03T09:10:17","slug":"oliver-comins-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/oliver-comins-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Oliver Comins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>End of an Afternoon<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Slow drift?\u00a0 Or a snow drift?<br \/>\nWe were watching a skein of geese<br \/>\ncrossing the salt marsh, in-bound<br \/>\nfrom The Netherlands, perhaps,<br \/>\nor Lincolnshire.\u00a0 Their strong wings<br \/>\nkept them just a little beneath<br \/>\nthe wind and enough above the reeds<br \/>\nto land, finally, in the willows\u2019 lee \u2013<br \/>\na small flat space we knew well,<br \/>\nwhere, during an earlier visit,<br \/>\nwe\u2019d seen otter pups playing.<\/p>\n<p>One moment, the afternoon to come<br \/>\nwas long and the sky was large<br \/>\nwith flat-land light.\u00a0 The next,<br \/>\nwe only had grey clouds darkening<br \/>\nthe air and a smear of snow<br \/>\nflittering across our eyes.<br \/>\nThe geese, too, fell silent and we<br \/>\npacked our chairs and glasses.<br \/>\nWalking home, our deep-soled boots<br \/>\npressed snow and mud into mush<br \/>\non a path alongside the fen.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Oliver Comins<\/strong> lives and works in West London.\u00a0 Recent work published in <em>Poetry Review, Scintilla and The Rialt<\/em>o as well as on-line in <em>Meniscus.<\/em>\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/1906285411\/ref=nosim?tag=inswte0f-21\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Yes to Everything<\/em> <\/a>received a Templar Poetry Portfolio Pamphlet award and was published in Spring 2015.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; End of an Afternoon Slow drift?\u00a0 Or a snow drift? We were watching a skein of geese crossing the salt marsh, in-bound from The Netherlands, perhaps, or Lincolnshire.\u00a0 Their strong wings kept them just a little beneath the wind and enough above the reeds to land, finally, in the willows\u2019 lee \u2013 a small [&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-9299","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9299","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=9299"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9302,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9299\/revisions\/9302"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}