{"id":1036,"date":"2012-10-26T14:23:51","date_gmt":"2012-10-26T22:23:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1036"},"modified":"2012-10-26T14:23:51","modified_gmt":"2012-10-26T22:23:51","slug":"andrew-shattuck-mcbride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1036","title":{"rendered":"Andrew Shattuck McBride"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Grace<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After nightfall an anonymous sculptor<br \/>\nand helpers install a statue below a Fairhaven<br \/>\nbluff. As platform, they choose the jagged<br \/>\ntin boulder surrounded by water at high tide.<br \/>\nThey balance the statue perfectly on one foot,<br \/>\nand bolt it in to older metal. The artist calls<br \/>\nthe statue Grace. She points one arm to sea,<br \/>\ntrails the other to meet leg curling up behind her.<br \/>\nFormed of silver bands wrapped around steel<br \/>\ncore and heart, she\u2019s untempered and pure.<br \/>\nGrace is silvery fine and fair, and appears<br \/>\nto be a dancer\u2013her stomach is taut, her limbs<br \/>\nlong-muscled and lean. A friend tells me Grace<br \/>\nis in a standing bow pose or dancer\u2019s pose.<br \/>\nTo me she seems prepared to leap or soar.<br \/>\nWhile Grace is lithe and limber, she is caressed<br \/>\nby salt water and air, and her carbon steel<br \/>\nis in certain decline. When the sculptor returns<br \/>\nand takes her from us, he will leave this artistry:<br \/>\nhowever we choose to picture or embody grace\u2013<br \/>\nin repose, or as a dancer prepared to soar or<br \/>\nleap, reclining, or as an elder walking with<br \/>\nquiet dignity\u2013we rediscover grace. Grace<br \/>\nresides in us, and remains available always.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Grace&#8221; is reprinted from the 2012 <a href=\"http:\/\/boyntonpoetrycontest.wordpress.com\/2012\/06\/03\/grace\/\">Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest Chapbook,<\/a> 2012.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"www.andrewsmcbride.wordpress.com\">Andrew Shattuck McBride<\/a> is a Bellingham-based poet and editor. He has poems published or forthcoming in <em>Platte Valley Review<\/em>, <em>Magnapoets,<\/em> <em>Caesura<\/em>, <em>Haibun Today, American Society:<\/em> <em>What Poets See<\/em>, <em>Dreams Wander On: Contemporary Poems of Death Awareness<\/em>, <em>Generations\u00a0<\/em><em>of Poetry<\/em>, <em>bottle rockets<\/em>, <em>Mu: An International Haiku Journal, Prune Juice: A Journal of Senryu and Kyoka, Shamrock Haiku Journal, A Hundred Gourds, The Bellingham Herald, <\/em>and<a href=\"http:\/\/independentwritersstudio.com\/site\/?p=760\"><em> Clover,\u00a0<\/em><em>A Literary Rag<\/em>.<\/a> His poem \u201cGrace\u201d won a merit award in the <a href=\"http:\/\/boyntonpoetrycontest.wordpress.com\/\">2012 Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest.<\/a> He has edited poetry collections by Washington poets Cathy Ross, Seren Fargo,\u00a0and Richard Lee Harris.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Grace &nbsp; After nightfall an anonymous sculptor and helpers install a statue below a Fairhaven bluff. As platform, they choose the jagged tin boulder surrounded by water at high tide. They balance the statue perfectly on one foot, and bolt &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=1036\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12,152,8,1],"tags":[340,341],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1036"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1036"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1036\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1057,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1036\/revisions\/1057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1036"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1036"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1036"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}