{"id":9215,"date":"2021-11-16T15:24:37","date_gmt":"2021-11-16T15:24:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=9215"},"modified":"2021-11-16T15:24:37","modified_gmt":"2021-11-16T15:24:37","slug":"topaz-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/11\/16\/topaz-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Topaz Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>Dreams of an Alternative Reality<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I was in my bedroom when my long dead cat Topaz came up to me<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><em>You have been away for such a long time<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I said quietly my voice nervous with disguise<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Topaz gave me a loving look as I stroked her and then left my room forever<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I waited a short while and then looked at the underground station opposite my house<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There were two silver and red trains waiting quietly at the platforms<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For the distant pink signals to change to a turquoise blue<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><strong>The Ealing House<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During her final illness I spent a lot of time with my cat<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I often read\u00a0<em>Robinson Crusoe<\/em>\u00a0to her and we imagined the adventures we would have had trapped on the desert island thousands of miles from civilisation<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When she died I buried Topaz in the garden of our Ealing House<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But now her loving bones are likely to be disturbed as the Ealing House is no more and the whole area is being redeveloped<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I am currently sitting on Scotch Common opposite where my house used to stand<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Waiting for my beloved cat to return to me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dreams of an Alternative Reality I was in my bedroom when my long dead cat Topaz came up to me You have been away for such a long time I said quietly my voice nervous with disguise Topaz gave me a loving look as I stroked her and then left my room forever I waited [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9215","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9215","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"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=9215"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9215\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9216,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9215\/revisions\/9216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}