{"id":9943,"date":"2016-01-17T09:00:01","date_gmt":"2016-01-17T09:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9943"},"modified":"2016-01-04T16:13:32","modified_gmt":"2016-01-04T16:13:32","slug":"barry-fairweather","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/barry-fairweather\/","title":{"rendered":"Barry Fairweather"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Trinkets<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>My Mother&#8217;s a lover of purple<br \/>\nFrom earrings to bracelets and rings<br \/>\nShe coos at the sight of a mauve hat<br \/>\nAnd various violet-y things.<\/p>\n<p>Her amethyst tanzanite jewelry<br \/>\nAdorns her fingers and wrists<br \/>\nIf anyone&#8217;s wearing &#8220;her colour&#8221;<br \/>\nHer anger is shown in clenched fists.<\/p>\n<p>My mother looks lovely in bluebell<br \/>\nShe shines in French navy and blue<br \/>\nBut hyacinth tints and cornflower hints<br \/>\nAre the only shades that will do!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Barry Fairweather<\/strong> lives in Dundee, Scotland and has little experience in poetry other than writing verses for friends. Encouraged by a writing group to put pen to paper he enjoys blending humour, despair, hope and celebration into his work. His website<a href=\"https:\/\/bjfwords.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">: https:\/\/bjfwords.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Trinkets My Mother&#8217;s a lover of purple From earrings to bracelets and rings She coos at the sight of a mauve hat And various violet-y things. Her amethyst tanzanite jewelry Adorns her fingers and wrists If anyone&#8217;s wearing &#8220;her colour&#8221; Her anger is shown in clenched fists. My mother looks lovely in [&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-9943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9943","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=9943"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9945,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9943\/revisions\/9945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}