{"id":6967,"date":"2021-04-01T11:55:37","date_gmt":"2021-04-01T10:55:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=6967"},"modified":"2021-04-01T11:55:37","modified_gmt":"2021-04-01T10:55:37","slug":"angels-and-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/04\/01\/angels-and-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"Angels and Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We were spending the last night in our cottage<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As it was due to be repossessed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I looked out of the window from our love bed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And could see the clumsy movements<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Of the malignant bailiffs<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As they tried to hide amongst the tired autumn trees<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I looked at your fragile naked breasts<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Deep in their dreams<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And began to arm the black angels<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Who I had summoned to help us<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dressed in their dread fatigues<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They left our cottage and began the extermination process<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I returned to our soft bed and lay on your bare shoulder<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You awoke and said that we should leave quite soon<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I said that there was no need to as the cottage was now ours<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We were spending the last night in our cottage As it was due to be repossessed I looked out of the window from our love bed And could see the clumsy movements Of the malignant bailiffs As they tried to hide amongst the tired autumn trees I looked at your fragile naked breasts Deep in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6967"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6967"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6967\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6967"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6967"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6967"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}