{"id":110009,"date":"2022-06-25T13:05:39","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:05:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=110009"},"modified":"2022-06-26T14:53:01","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T18:53:01","slug":"prompt-four-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/prompt-four-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Four"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lauretta, 1922<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>You entered \u2018normal school\u2019 at Crescent Heights<br \/>\nas if your education to this point had been<br \/>\nabnormal, and maybe it was\u2014you couldn\u2019t know<br \/>\nthe future so you believed your prospects were<br \/>\nlimited to what your husband could provide\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>You balanced plates on your head like the women<br \/>\nin <i>Canadian Home Journal, <\/i>minded your posture and<br \/>\nate every morsel on your plate, all while writing poetry<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>to your father each morning, then eagerly awaiting<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>his evening response. So many photos in later years, snapped<br \/>\nwhile you walked the eighth avenue mall. All, black and<br \/>\nwhite, as though your life was colourless. And you bought<br \/>\neach one; you could afford vanity now, while your sister<br \/>\ncarved a different path. She typed one hundred words per<br \/>\nminute on a manual typewriter, entering the work force<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>as a girl Friday and wearing pants; living just as many years.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>Did you know your dreams? Were they stifled\u2014did they twist<br \/>\nknots into your body that never unsnagged\u2014that plagued<br \/>\nyou through the years? At least you both had the right to vote,<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>with Nellie McClung just up the highway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>And after recent events in a future YOU never got to see,<br \/>\none has to wonder how far back the pendulum will swing\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Lauretta, 1922 You entered \u2018normal school\u2019 at Crescent Heights as if your education to this point had been abnormal, and maybe it was\u2014you couldn\u2019t know the future so you believed your prospects were limited to what your husband could provide\u2026 You balanced plates on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1004,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-110009","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110009","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\/1004"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110009"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110009\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123494,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110009\/revisions\/123494"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110009"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110009"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110009"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}