{"id":98,"date":"2017-01-22T21:25:26","date_gmt":"2017-01-22T21:25:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/?page_id=98"},"modified":"2017-02-28T16:31:33","modified_gmt":"2017-02-28T16:31:33","slug":"catrin","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/catrin\/","title":{"rendered":"Catrin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I can remember you, child,<br \/>\nAs I stood in a hot, white<br \/>\nRoom at the window watching<br \/>\nThe people and cars taking<br \/>\nTurn at the traffic lights.<br \/>\nI can remember you, our first<br \/>\nFierce confrontation, the tight<br \/>\nRed rope of love which we both<br \/>\nFought over. It was a square<br \/>\nEnvironmental blank, disinfected<br \/>\nOf paintings or toys. I wrote<br \/>\nAll over the walls with my<br \/>\nWords, coloured the clean squares<br \/>\nWith the wild, tender circles<br \/>\nOf our struggle to become<br \/>\nSeparate. We want, we shouted,<br \/>\nTo be two, to be ourselves.<\/p>\n<p>Neither won nor lost the struggle<br \/>\nIn the glass tank clouded with feelings<br \/>\nWhich changed us both. Still I am fighting<br \/>\nYou off, as you stand there<br \/>\nWith your straight, strong, long<br \/>\nBrown hair and your rosy,<br \/>\nDefiant glare, bringing up<br \/>\nFrom the heart\u2019s pool that old rope,<br \/>\nTightening about my life,<br \/>\nTrailing love and conflict,<br \/>\nAs you ask may you skate<br \/>\nIn the dark, for one more hour.<\/p>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F309966969&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&visual=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&color=ff5500\"><\/iframe>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/notes-catrin\/\">Notes&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can remember you, child, As I stood in a hot, white Room at the window watching The people and cars taking Turn at the traffic lights. I can remember you, our first Fierce confrontation, the tight Red rope of love which we both Fought over. It was a square Environmental blank, disinfected Of paintings&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/catrin\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Catrin<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\" aria-hidden=\"true\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-98","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P8lhFD-1A","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":502,"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions\/502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gillianclarke.co.uk\/gc2017\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}