{"id":110410,"date":"2022-06-25T13:52:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=110410"},"modified":"2022-07-01T08:42:20","modified_gmt":"2022-07-01T12:42:20","slug":"prompt-five-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/prompt-five-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Five"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>on her own path<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>she always had a satchel filled with lavender by her side,<br \/>\nthe fireplace roaring and warming her small space; a<br \/>\nwine glass on the side table. she preferred a hardback<br \/>\nto the new-fangled softcovers, one that was sturdy and<br \/>\nwould last the ages, as if a metaphor for herself. but<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>continuing the story from chapter twenty would have<br \/>\nto wait. a ball of wool\u2014cashmere\u2014for her daughter<br \/>\nliving up in the big city, rolled from her lap. her knitting<br \/>\nneedles never missed a stitch, clacking away the late<br \/>\nafternoon, while a pot-roast sizzled and spit on the stove.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>the popcorn stitch, which was what her daughter asked for,<br \/>\nwas new to her, but she laboured and worked her fingers<br \/>\nuntil her knuckles felt raw, to be sure she had it just right.<br \/>\nher daughter was enrolled in university and would be<br \/>\ntaking a job soon after graduation. would these needles<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>then be put away with no promise of little feet to wear<br \/>\nher knitted slippers, or little arms to poke through the<br \/>\nsleeves of sweaters, or patterned blankets to keep the<br \/>\ngrandchildren warm? no matter, she thought, standing<br \/>\nand placing the roll of wool on the oak table, where a<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>fresh sunflower graced a gilded vase. each must take<br \/>\ntheir own path before the nail seals the coffin,\u00a0that is<br \/>\nwhat her mother always told her. a mouse scurried<br \/>\nunder the floorboard, a dropped piece of cheddar cheese<br \/>\nin his tiny paws; from her lunch, no doubt, and she knew<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<p>he would feast on what he\u2019d found. her daughter would<br \/>\nfeast, as well. not just on knowledge, but on the path<br \/>\nshe wandered, feeling the firm pavement beneath her<br \/>\nfeet. pavement that took her away from home, but on<br \/>\na path to her future. her destiny. her life.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>(I was able to use all ten words from this prompt: Hardback, sunflower, knitting, cheddar cheese, space, wine glass, pavement, nail, oak, satchel)<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; on her own path she always had a satchel filled with lavender by her side, the fireplace roaring and warming her small space; a wine glass on the side table. she preferred a hardback to the new-fangled softcovers, one that was sturdy and would&#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-110410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110410","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=110410"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110410\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124402,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110410\/revisions\/124402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}