{"id":110340,"date":"2022-06-25T13:54:12","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:54:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=110340"},"modified":"2022-06-26T12:55:58","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T16:55:58","slug":"the-creation-of-hope-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-creation-of-hope-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Melody on Wool (Hour 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had a roommate once<\/p>\n<p>she had skin like caramel<\/p>\n<p>and she liked to tell us stories<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>One day after dinner we asked why she&#8217;d rather sit on the pavement to knit<\/p>\n<p>while we drowned our sorrows in wine<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She smiled like the sun on a dark day<\/p>\n<p>her silver tooth twinkled like a star in the night sky<\/p>\n<p>and she told us why-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I was taught to hide my pain in knitted yarn<\/p>\n<p>go for bright colours to show happiness<\/p>\n<p>make melody on wool<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am half cast- that&#8217;s the Nigerian word for biracial<\/p>\n<p>I used to say I&#8217;m half of my mother, half of my father<\/p>\n<p>now I see myself as a knitted yarn<\/p>\n<p>made of loom and loop,<\/p>\n<p>full of each<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I embody two cultures, two skin tones<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a confluence<\/p>\n<p>I make them meet<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>one grandmother pounds me yam every Christmas<\/p>\n<p>she teaches me to move my waist in the rhythm of the drums<\/p>\n<p>the other teaches me country songs<\/p>\n<p>she bought me a pony at sixteen<\/p>\n<p>taught me the art of knitting<\/p>\n<p>and named me sunflower&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>that night- we knit a sunflower handkerchief<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>now when I try to fill the space in my life<\/p>\n<p>I drop the wineglass for the knitting pin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a roommate once she had skin like caramel and she liked to tell us stories &nbsp; One day after dinner we asked why she&#8217;d rather sit on the pavement to knit while we drowned our sorrows in wine &nbsp; She smiled like the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4575,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,1136,441,5],"tags":[5092,5067,586],"class_list":["post-110340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-2022prompt5","tag-2022-hour-5","tag-hour-5-prompt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110340","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\/4575"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110340"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123370,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110340\/revisions\/123370"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}