{"id":101211,"date":"2021-06-27T04:36:13","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:36:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101211"},"modified":"2021-06-27T04:36:13","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:36:13","slug":"man-in-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/man-in-the-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Man in the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Moon, full, and pumpkin bright,<\/p>\n<p>glares through my window blinds tonight,<\/p>\n<p>searching past my window pane,<\/p>\n<p>some hidden truth to ascertain,<\/p>\n<p>of keeping nightbourne hours well\u2014<\/p>\n<p>a secret kept and cannot tell\u2014<\/p>\n<p>and pay no homage to the gibbous god<\/p>\n<p>of rest; from tilling of the sod,<\/p>\n<p>from to and frow at tidal whim,<\/p>\n<p>rendering a slave of him.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Jealous of these night-owl words,<\/p>\n<p>he pokes the blinds with golden swords,<\/p>\n<p>seeks entry to my poet\u2019s world\u2014<\/p>\n<p>my freedom from the daylight lords\u2014<\/p>\n<p>whereon the page, his piercing falls,<\/p>\n<p>caressing words. The night-owl calls.<\/p>\n<p>Moon-feathered light, the winged-words fly,<\/p>\n<p>to distant stars in the glistening sky;<\/p>\n<p>my page bereft of captive thought.<\/p>\n<p>Unchained ideas, no longer caught.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The granite sky, he drinks like ale,<\/p>\n<p>and drains the night, then morning pale<\/p>\n<p>refills the goblet with sparkling wine,<\/p>\n<p>as sunlight limbos through the blinds\u2014<\/p>\n<p>drawn tight from dusk until dawn intrudes\u2014<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">dulling, once more, Me and Moon.<\/p>\n<p>The words, full-weight, fall back to earth,<\/p>\n<p>to slumber on their parchment berth,<\/p>\n<p>where pen and patter of moon-kissed verse<\/p>\n<p>may yet recapture the golden words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Moon, full, and pumpkin bright, glares through my window blinds tonight, searching past my window pane, some hidden truth to ascertain, of keeping nightbourne hours well\u2014 a secret kept and cannot tell\u2014 and pay no homage to the gibbous god of rest; from tilling&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":564,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101211","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\/564"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101211"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101211\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101224,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101211\/revisions\/101224"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}