{"id":1947,"date":"2019-04-08T08:00:36","date_gmt":"2019-04-08T15:00:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1947"},"modified":"2019-04-07T10:46:55","modified_gmt":"2019-04-07T17:46:55","slug":"bright-record","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1947","title":{"rendered":"Bright Record"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"516\" height=\"680\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Enrico_Scuri_-_Euridice_recedes_into_the_Underworld.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1948\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Enrico_Scuri_-_Euridice_recedes_into_the_Underworld.jpg 516w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/Enrico_Scuri_-_Euridice_recedes_into_the_Underworld-228x300.jpg 228w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 516px) 100vw, 516px\" \/><figcaption>Euridice recedes into the Underworld , Enrico Scuri<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><strong>John W. Sexton<\/strong><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>She remembered the first time<br>her mother had told her that the soul<br>could leave its fossil in the air.<br>&nbsp;<br>She had been a child of seven<br>when her mother had taken her<br>to the door in the lake.<br>&nbsp;<br>The door was set three miles<br>beyond the island of reeds,<br>just above the deepest part.<br>&nbsp;<br>There her mother had made flat shoes<br>of woven reeds for both of them;<br>and they had trod out<br>&nbsp;<br>across the lapping surface<br>of the blackening water. On arrival<br>her mother had tapped seven times,<br>&nbsp;<br>seven slapping taps<br>against the lapping wavelets<br>with a laurel stick;<br>&nbsp;<br>and the door had opened, a slash<br>of opening. As they stood at its threshold,<br>careful at her mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s caution<br>&nbsp;<br>not to step beyond it,<br>a dark column of shadow<br>rose out of the door.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>This is the murky light<\/em><br><em>of the downworld<\/em>, said her mother.<br><em>Look through it and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll glimpse<\/em><br><em>&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>the fossils of souls.<\/em><br>But now her mother was long dead<br>And she had come out to this spot again.<br>&nbsp;<br>She had tapped seven times<br>Against the lapping water<br>And the door had opened.<br>&nbsp;<br>When the column of dim light<br>rose out of the lake<br>she had stepped through the threshold<br>&nbsp;<br>of the door.<br>And that is how your grandmother left,<br>in search of her own dead mother.<br>&nbsp;<br>Because she had crossed the door alive,<br>and because we have never seen her soul<br>fossilized in the air, we expect her to return.<br>&nbsp;<br>They say there is a spiral of stairs<br>that leaves the ground at the touch<br>of moonlight. We have never seen<br>&nbsp;<br>these stairs, but we wait for them<br>to unscrew through the yielding earth,<br>and for your grandmother and her mother<br>&nbsp;<br>to step amongst us again.<br>On that day you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll see your great-grandmother<br>in her filaments of light<br>&nbsp;<br>and will realise for yourself<br>how the dead can summon the living<br>through the door in the lake.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>John W. Sexton She remembered the first timeher mother had told her that the soulcould leave its fossil in the air.&nbsp;She had been a child of sevenwhen her mother had taken herto the door in the lake.&nbsp;The door was set three milesbeyond the island of reeds,just above the deepest part.&nbsp;There her mother had made flat [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1947","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1947","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1947"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1947\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1954,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1947\/revisions\/1954"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1947"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1947"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1947"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}