(note: This poem arose tangent to the picture prompt, which put me in mind of the Eugene Field poem, which you can read here: https:\/\/poets.org\/poem\/sugar-plum-tree)<\/p>\n
The Lollypop Sea When we started, it seemed simple, or at least it which I fear now we shall never escape, our little boat in (note: This poem arose tangent to the picture prompt, which put me in mind of the Eugene Field poem, which you can read here: https:\/\/poets.org\/poem\/sugar-plum-tree) The Lollypop Sea – A golden shovel after the poem The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field When we started, it…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1047,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-108800","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108800","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\/1047"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108800"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108800\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108921,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108800\/revisions\/108921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108800"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108800"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108800"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n–\tA golden shovel after the poem The Sugar-Plum Tree<\/em> by Eugene Field<\/p>\n
\nseemed doable \u2013 to sail to where the Sugar-Plum Tree blooms
\nin our wooden shoe boat. Ah, how foolish we were! To risk our lives on
\nthe Lollypop Sea, a place notorious for storms of sticks the
\nsize of alligators, a sea not of salt but of sticky syrup. Off from shore
\nwe set sail on waters of various primary colors, not thinking of
\nthe dangers of hyperglycemia, nor of the instability of our bulky craft, the
\nglory of those sweet treats looming large in our eyes, all lollypop
\nand caramel and taffy. No thought to this endless sticky sea \u2013<\/p>\n
\nruins, our spirits all but lost. The horizon offers little hope in the
\nendless sameness of its swells. Gone are the thoughts of the garden
\nin which that magical tree grows, of aprons full of treats, of
\nbringing such riches back to our loved ones. Farewell, Village of Shut-Eye!
\nI must, somehow, get this crew safely back to our home town<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"