{"id":3317,"date":"2019-12-29T07:01:32","date_gmt":"2019-12-29T11:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/?p=3317"},"modified":"2019-12-26T19:02:11","modified_gmt":"2019-12-26T23:02:11","slug":"st-wulstans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/2019\/12\/29\/st-wulstans\/","title":{"rendered":"St Wulstan&#8217;s"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">This nature reserve was once<br \/>\nan infirmary for American soldiers,<br \/>\nthen a TB sanatorium in the fifties,<br \/>\nfinally a psychiatric unit<br \/>\nfrom sixty-one until asylum was reckoned<br \/>\na room in a tower block.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">Here is a walk called Matron Walk;<br \/>\nold trees and paths, and woods fenced off.<br \/>\nThey hold dangerous substances<br \/>\nthese woods. We are warned.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">No ghosts of battle-scarred GI\u2019s<br \/>\ncrouch behind hedges.<br \/>\nNo blood-coughing robe-wearers<br \/>\nhunch upon the crumbling benches.<br \/>\nNo moon-faced lunatics<br \/>\nknot fingers of despair<br \/>\nat the verdict of the heights.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">We throw coins into a frail stream.<br \/>\nWish, privately.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">The conservationists let piles of timber rot naturally,<br \/>\nencouraging frogs, toads, snakes, beetles, and beneficial types of fungi.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">To our relief, there are no remnants of Nissen huts,<br \/>\nno distant thrum of the shock machine.<br \/>\nNo reek of unwashed gowns to linger in our hair.<br \/>\nChewing gum and nylons are not to be had.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">A Weimaraner poodle chases air, bounds at vacancy,<br \/>\nfaithful to its own game.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">No ghosts but us.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px;\">And one day, when people have spare hearts,<br \/>\nand can live three centuries, if unlucky,<br \/>\nno one will know we came here,<br \/>\non a day they used to call Thursday,<br \/>\nso long, long ago.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">(image <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.google.com\/site\/stwulstansnaturereserve\/conservation\">source<\/a><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This nature reserve was once an infirmary for American soldiers, then a TB sanatorium in the fifties, finally a psychiatric unit from sixty-one until asylum &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":3320,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"St Wulstan's by Mark Mayers\n\nWe throw coins into a frail stream.\nWish, privately.\n\n","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[165,177,170,213,242],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-environment","category-humanity-of-it-all","category-health","category-poetry","category-spirituality"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/Hay_meadow_mature-1.jpg?fit=287%2C192&ssl=1","post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3317"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3742,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3317\/revisions\/3742"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}