{"id":956,"date":"2017-05-13T19:43:12","date_gmt":"2017-05-13T18:43:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/?p=956"},"modified":"2017-05-13T19:43:12","modified_gmt":"2017-05-13T18:43:12","slug":"winter-in-the-park","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/?p=956","title":{"rendered":"Winter in the Park"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was cold when I set out<br \/>\nthe sort of cold<br \/>\nwhere the air feels dry<br \/>\nas the moisture freezes<\/p>\n<p>The park fenced around by shadowed<br \/>\nblack railings kept no one in<br \/>\nthe remains of a forgotten hedge<br \/>\ndid not stir to the fluster of small birds<br \/>\nnor children call to their parents<br \/>\nfrom the play equipment<br \/>\neven the students, who I&#8217;ve seen<br \/>\non other nights drink wine<br \/>\ntogether on the communal swing<br \/>\nhad not ventured out<br \/>\nno drunks shared cider on the empty bench<br \/>\nand beyond though still floodlit<br \/>\nthe playground was deserted by<br \/>\ncricketer and basketball player alike.<\/p>\n<p>As I passed the orange\u00a0 haze of<br \/>\nthe street light<br \/>\na few flakes of snow<br \/>\ndrifted down through the light<br \/>\nand I heard the rhythm<br \/>\nof South America drums echo<br \/>\nthrough the surrounding houses<br \/>\nthe smell of Chinese or Italian takeaways<br \/>\ndrifted out of hot shop doorways<br \/>\nmingling with the yeasty<br \/>\nsmell of the overcrowded local<br \/>\na ring of Hindi jittered from a passing taxi<br \/>\nthe far side of the playground&#8217;s dark mesh.<\/p>\n<p><em>This poem I published in\u00a0 &#8220;Everything Looks Green From Here&#8221; a collection of prose and poetry from Broomspring Writers in 2010<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was cold when I set out the sort of cold where the air feels dry as the moisture freezes The park fenced around by shadowed black railings kept no one in the remains of a forgotten hedge did not stir to the fluster of small birds nor children call to their parents from the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/?p=956\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Winter in the Park<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[530],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-956","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=956"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":957,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/956\/revisions\/957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jengiejon.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}