{"id":2080,"date":"2015-05-28T15:50:22","date_gmt":"2015-05-28T14:50:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/?p=2080"},"modified":"2016-01-14T13:07:27","modified_gmt":"2016-01-14T12:07:27","slug":"ncla-new-writing-a-moment-in-time-by-ellen-walker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/?p=2080","title":{"rendered":"<h6>NCLA New Writing:<\/h6> <h1>&#8216;A moment in time&#8217; by Ellen Walker<\/h1>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>after Ralph Angel<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The beachfront sings, it roars abruptly, then falls back into a lull.<\/p>\n<p>An elderly man sits on the same bench, a distinctly empty space hovers beside him.<\/p>\n<p>Sunlight grows. Sunlight hovers. Sunlight strokes your skin.<\/p>\n<p>We have done this all before it says.<\/p>\n<p>You sit on your favourite crack in the pavement beside<\/p>\n<p>everything you&#8217;ve given up on.<\/p>\n<p>But you were younger.<\/p>\n<p>Your mother called you ignorant, the teachers<\/p>\n<p>told you to grow up.<\/p>\n<p>The chimes of the fair grow stronger now.<\/p>\n<p>Whistling good morning back to the wind.<\/p>\n<p>You still sit on your favourite crack in the pavement, but I can&#8217;t see you.<\/p>\n<p>A boy hurries excitedly to the ocean&#8217;s frothing tongue.<\/p>\n<p>The heartbroken teen sparks up his lighter. And then his mother sighs.<\/p>\n<p>She turns to take the strength from the ocean.<\/p>\n<p>She inhales the fumes from his cigarette: an attempt to suck out his pain.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;ve grown up now, you say,<\/p>\n<p>but you will never grow old.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Ellen Walker is a first year studying English Literature with Creative Writing, she is currently working to develop her poetry writing skills. She hopes to write for a magazine in the future and eventually have a novel published.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after Ralph Angel &nbsp; The beachfront sings, it roars abruptly, then falls back into a lull. An elderly man sits on the same bench, a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1735,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[426,353,351],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2080"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2137,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2080\/revisions\/2137"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1735"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.nclacommunity.org\/content\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}