{"id":106774,"date":"2022-06-25T09:37:35","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:37:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=106774"},"modified":"2022-06-25T09:54:59","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:54:59","slug":"hour-1-the-temp-ress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-1-the-temp-ress\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 1- The Temp-ress"},"content":{"rendered":"

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She summoned the wave to her vicinage,<\/span><\/p>\n

Purely with the strength of the soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

The tide obeying her like she was the moon,<\/span><\/p>\n

A tempest slowly gathering around her.<\/span><\/p>\n

A smile on her face as she played with the current,<\/span><\/p>\n

Testing its limits as she tested her own,<\/span><\/p>\n

“You will always be with me, won’t you?”, she crooned,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hand cupping the brine dripping out.<\/span><\/p>\n

“The ocean is my friend, and me, her slave.<\/span><\/p>\n

I am only a reflection of the light each drop holds.”<\/span><\/p>\n

She ruled the currents of the ocean with her power,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet she knew it could break rope and wood to smithereens.<\/span><\/p>\n

“It is why”, she said as she stepped on the beach, barefoot,<\/span><\/p>\n

“I surrender myself before I can conquer.<\/span><\/p>\n

For how will the ocean reject a gift of bone and sinew?”<\/span><\/p>\n

She stepped into its fore and the ocean, oh, she took her in.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Note: The title is a play on the words ‘tempest’ and ‘temptress’, owing to the protagonist looking to tempt the ocean into taking her in when she rejects everyone and everything else.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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Side note for the people who are still here: Just this morning in the beach I asked the ocean to come say hi and it miraculously did.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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