{"id":101093,"date":"2021-06-27T04:47:15","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:47:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101093"},"modified":"2021-06-30T22:31:22","modified_gmt":"2021-07-01T02:31:22","slug":"night-walk-hour-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/night-walk-hour-20\/","title":{"rendered":"Night Shift &#8211; hour 20"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After dark, I stroll<\/p>\n<p>Stretching boneless mountains roll<\/p>\n<p>under deflated clouds and pallid stars<\/p>\n<p>I teetered, whirled far<\/p>\n<p>when a speeding car<\/p>\n<p>whizzed by me, light trailing<\/p>\n<p>the last blues of dusk fading<\/p>\n<p>spirits whisper beside me<\/p>\n<p>tickle blindingly<\/p>\n<p>just a branch of spruce<\/p>\n<p>then I trip on its roots<\/p>\n<p>and fall, breaking the silence<\/p>\n<p>onto a lumpy coffin, I heard violence<\/p>\n<p>muffled screaming<\/p>\n<p>a headstone partly blocking<\/p>\n<p>eyes twisted, fascinating<\/p>\n<p>astounded, half-rotted<\/p>\n<p>the sight left me winded<\/p>\n<p>deceived, instead<\/p>\n<p>I rolled off the edging<\/p>\n<p>of my ruffled bedding<\/p>\n<p>the night become morning<\/p>\n<p>but muddy shoes drying<\/p>\n<p>by my blistered dirty feet.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Sandra Johnson, 6\/27\/21<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After dark, I stroll Stretching boneless mountains roll under deflated clouds and pallid stars I teetered, whirled far when a speeding car whizzed by me, light trailing the last blues of dusk fading spirits whisper beside me tickle blindingly just a branch of spruce then&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1299,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[57,4747,4746],"class_list":["post-101093","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-night","tag-sleepwalking","tag-terror"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101093","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1299"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101093"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101093\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103910,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101093\/revisions\/103910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101093"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101093"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101093"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}