{"id":112098,"date":"2022-06-25T17:03:43","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:03:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=112098"},"modified":"2022-06-25T17:05:50","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:05:50","slug":"prompt-8-roc-eggs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/prompt-8-roc-eggs\/","title":{"rendered":"prompt 8: roc eggs gigan"},"content":{"rendered":"

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They might have been eggs\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 pebbles of sodalite or chalcedony<\/p>\n

nestled within wooden cups \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0three and four to a family<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s what they looked like: eggs lain by some prehistoric bird<\/p>\n

bright of wing and long of beak, legs drawn up like cranes do<\/p>\n

soaring over unmapped lands long since lost to us<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While the fierce mother of these unhatched rocs (mythic, stifled)<\/p>\n

waits somewhere in another era, a timeline far removed from now.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She broods, a harpy eagle of sorts, her face not quite human<\/p>\n

not quite avian. She is other<\/em>, mother of rocks that once were eggs<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

now metamphorsed into stone, no longer flesh of her flesh<\/p>\n

no longer responsive to a soft whirring of wings.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In this other mother\u2019s world, there is no partner to mourn with her<\/p>\n

only the cacophony of a forest I will never know, although her solitary<\/p>\n

state is familiar. I too await misfortune on my own, now.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And the small bluegreen stones that once held the possibility of flight<\/p>\n

nestle still in wooden hollows that are all they will remember of a home.<\/p>\n

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They might have been eggs\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 pebbles of sodalite or chalcedony nestled within wooden cups \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0three and four to a family   It\u2019s what they looked like: eggs lain by some prehistoric bird bright of wing and long of beak, legs drawn up like cranes do…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[3909],"class_list":["post-112098","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-attemptinganewpoeticform"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112098","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112098"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112098\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":113413,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112098\/revisions\/113413"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112098"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112098"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112098"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}