{"id":609,"date":"2013-06-30T16:51:56","date_gmt":"2013-06-30T16:51:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/?p=609"},"modified":"2013-06-30T17:33:06","modified_gmt":"2013-06-30T17:33:06","slug":"21082012-young-man-with-a-scythe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/?p=609","title":{"rendered":"21\/08\/2012 &#8211; Young Man With a Scythe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A young man with a scythe;<br \/>\nthe summer grasses tumble<br \/>\nin his shadow.<\/p>\n<p>Muscles ripple in the sun<\/p>\n<p>along his sweat-drenched<br \/>\nshoulders.<br \/>\nPlanted; swinging gracefully,<br \/>\nrhythm singing swish,<br \/>\nhe ballet dances lightly.<\/p>\n<p>A cracked and emptied snail shell<\/p>\n<p>shatters beneath his feet.<br \/>\nYoked\u00a0across his neck,<br \/>\nthe wooden handle&#8217;s heavy,<br \/>\nthe curved blade a sword.<\/p>\n<p>He bends beneath the beech tree<\/p>\n<p>and its panoply of gold.<br \/>\nBathed in shady cool,<br \/>\nhis skin chilled now with droplets,<br \/>\ntrickling, tickling down his back.<\/p>\n<p>The wind shakes a soft sea-spray,<\/p>\n<p>the leaves murmur of the tide.<br \/>\nDust covers his boots<br \/>\ngrit sifts down between his toes<br \/>\nhome is an ache away.<\/p>\n<p>Thirsty, he grabs a bottle<\/p>\n<p>hidden deep in shady roots.<br \/>\nDrinks sweetly; cool delicious<br \/>\njuice of apples, fragrant,<br \/>\nslides down burning throat.<\/p>\n<p>In a long forgotten orchard<\/p>\n<p>bruised windfalls soften and<br \/>\nferment.<br \/>\nWho carved the mill stone,<br \/>\ngrooved its bed for the pressing?<br \/>\nWatched raw cider flow?<\/p>\n<p>Gratefully he folds his limbs<\/p>\n<p>and leans his tired body.<br \/>\nWith his eyes heavy, drooping,<br \/>\nhe takes his sojourn,<br \/>\ncushioned by his grasses, mown.<\/p>\n<p>Clouds build, snow-mountains on<br \/>\nblue.<\/p>\n<p>the climb to the peak, easy.<br \/>\nSleep now, the warm earth<br \/>\nholds him close in a cocoon,<br \/>\ndreams him a butterfly,<\/p>\n<p>rising on gossamer wings.<\/p>\n<p>He floats into pastures new.<br \/>\nRenga composed by Jo Young and Anna Dear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A young man with a scythe; the summer grasses tumble in his shadow. Muscles ripple in the sun along his sweat-drenched shoulders. Planted; swinging gracefully,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[8,30],"class_list":["post-609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-poetry","tag-renga"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=609"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":643,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions\/643"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/youngjo.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}