{"id":9307,"date":"2015-10-05T08:00:43","date_gmt":"2015-10-05T08:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9307"},"modified":"2015-09-22T14:15:07","modified_gmt":"2015-09-22T14:15:07","slug":"david-subacchi-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/david-subacchi-3\/","title":{"rendered":"David Subacchi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Green<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Every year he paints his fence green<br \/>\nOne of the strongest shades<br \/>\nA fierce, military green<br \/>\nIt marks the limits<br \/>\nWooden panels, concrete posts<br \/>\nOverlooked by security lighting<\/p>\n<p>Behind lies his garden<br \/>\nA paradise of greenery<br \/>\nMaintained lovingly<br \/>\nAdorned with flowers<br \/>\nOf every description<br \/>\nOnce when he was away<br \/>\nI watered them<\/p>\n<p>And I admired the beauty<br \/>\nAnd symmetry of it all<br \/>\nTaking care to allocate water<br \/>\nTo the hanging baskets<br \/>\nIn accordance with instructions<br \/>\nAnd to rewind the hose<br \/>\nMost carefully<\/p>\n<p>Back at my weed choked corner<br \/>\nWith its irregular hedges<br \/>\nAnd fading timber<br \/>\nI sit brooding on a plastic chair<br \/>\nOpen another bottle<br \/>\nLight a cigar<br \/>\nThink unkind thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>David Subacchi<\/strong> lives in Wrexham, North Wales.\u00a0 He was born in Aberystwyth of Italian roots and Cestrian Press has published two collections of his poems. \u2018First Cut\u2019 (2012) and \u2018Hiding in Shadows\u2019 (2014).<br \/>\nHe is a member of Chester Poets and Liverpool\u2019s Dead Good Poets.\u00a0 For more information <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/profiles\/davidsubacchi\" target=\"_blank\">click here<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0 Twitter@DavidSubacchi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Green Every year he paints his fence green One of the strongest shades A fierce, military green It marks the limits Wooden panels, concrete posts Overlooked by security lighting Behind lies his garden A paradise of greenery Maintained lovingly Adorned with flowers Of every description Once when he was away I watered [&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-9307","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9307","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=9307"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9307\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9310,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9307\/revisions\/9310"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9307"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9307"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9307"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}