{"id":107962,"date":"2022-06-25T10:52:38","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:52:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107962"},"modified":"2022-06-25T10:56:07","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T14:56:07","slug":"2022-poetry-marathon-hour-2-the-fading-fae-forest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/2022-poetry-marathon-hour-2-the-fading-fae-forest\/","title":{"rendered":"2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – \u201cthe fading fae forest\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – \u201cthe fading fae forest\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Prompt line chosen from <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStopping by woods on a snowy evening\u201d by Robert Frost <\/span><\/p>\n

~line selected: \u2018Whose woods these are I think I know\u2019~<\/span><\/p>\n

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The woods were astonishingly beautiful <\/span><\/p>\n

They were<\/span><\/p>\n

They WERE<\/span><\/p>\n

Lush, a verdant green that was an invitation in and of itself\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So SO achingly lovely that even now, years later, the longing bites deep in my chest<\/span><\/p>\n

It really should have been a clue<\/span><\/p>\n

Being so green<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing here is like that <\/span><\/p>\n

So whose woods were these?<\/span><\/p>\n

I returned, to find them gone<\/span><\/p>\n

How does one move a forest? <\/span><\/p>\n

Thinking back I wondered for so long<\/span><\/p>\n

Wondered on which strange land such beauty was loaned from<\/span><\/p>\n

But whose woods these are I think I know now<\/span><\/p>\n

And in truth the Ents seem the most likely shepherds for such a move<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope, if I am lucky, that will I see their fair forest pass by before I leave this world<\/span><\/p>\n

To see that truely *impossible* green just one. more. time.
\n\u2026. and sooth the longing in my aching heart that has truly never left it<\/p>\n

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Merry – LordCricket 2022 poetry marathon<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – \u201cthe fading fae forest\u201d   Prompt line chosen from \u201cStopping by woods on a snowy evening\u201d by Robert Frost ~line selected: \u2018Whose woods these are I think I know\u2019~   The woods were astonishingly beautiful They were They WERE…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4375,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[4909,4957,4964],"class_list":["post-107962","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2022halfmarathon","tag-2022hour2","tag-2022hour2robertfrost"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107962","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\/4375"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107962"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107962\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108187,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107962\/revisions\/108187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107962"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107962"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107962"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}