Solitude (Hour Five)<\/b><\/p>\n
Evening falls cruelly <\/p>\n Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words\/phrases.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Solitude (Hour Five) Evening falls cruelly as she sits by the window gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain at the unkempt garden below, where a\u00a0 gangly tangle of sunflowers bend their heads toward earth as the sky darkens and shadows fall across the pavement just…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2958,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-110737","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110737","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\/2958"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110737"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110737\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":110777,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110737\/revisions\/110777"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110737"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110737"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>as she sits by the window
\n<\/span>gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain
\n<\/span>at the unkempt garden below,
\n<\/span>where a\u00a0 gangly tangle of <\/span>sunflowers<\/b> bend their heads
\n<\/span>toward earth as the sky darkens and
\n<\/span>shadows fall across the <\/span>pavement <\/b>just beyond.
\n<\/span>Her <\/span>knitting<\/b> lies, abandoned, in her lap;
\n<\/span>a small chunk of <\/span>cheddar cheese<\/b> and three crackers
\n<\/span>languish on an <\/span>oak<\/b> table beside her chair,
\n<\/span>and the <\/span>wineglass<\/b> awaits draining.
\n<\/span>It is quiet,
\n<\/span>all still.
\n<\/span>Only the ticking of a clock on the wall
\n<\/span>reminds her of the passing hours.
\n<\/span>This night will be too long.<\/span><\/p>\n