{"id":112662,"date":"2022-06-25T15:58:41","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:58:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=112662"},"modified":"2022-07-06T05:54:58","modified_gmt":"2022-07-06T09:54:58","slug":"hour-8-encountering-a-harvest-moon-in-a-shin-matsudo-onion-field","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-8-encountering-a-harvest-moon-in-a-shin-matsudo-onion-field\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8: Encountering a Harvest Moon in a Shin-matsudo Onion Field"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Because I didn\u2019t like the prompts and four is an unlucky number<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-112720 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Harvest-Moon--263x300.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"263\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Harvest-Moon--263x300.png 263w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Harvest-Moon--768x875.png 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Harvest-Moon-.png 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 263px) 100vw, 263px\" \/><\/em><\/p>\n<p>That fall night in Shin-matsudo<\/p>\n<p>Walking home along the<\/p>\n<p>ripening onion fields<\/p>\n<p>turning a corner to find the harvest moon<\/p>\n<p>blocking the path ahead.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So large it could have landed like a sideways saucer<\/p>\n<p>So close I could reach out and fall into its cold fire, but<\/p>\n<p>my path was to the left<\/p>\n<p>my destination home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Years have gone<\/p>\n<p>leaving the memory of<\/p>\n<p>Basking in the<\/p>\n<p>burning light of a Japanese red moon, and<\/p>\n<p>choosing to rest in my own bed rather than<\/p>\n<p>following the call of fire<\/p>\n<p>venturing to other worlds &#8212; or<\/p>\n<p>drowning in the flames.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Because I didn\u2019t like the prompts and four is an unlucky number That fall night in Shin-matsudo Walking home along the ripening onion fields turning a corner to find the harvest moon blocking the path ahead. &nbsp; So large it could have landed like a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":853,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[4923],"class_list":["post-112662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2022marathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112662","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\/853"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112662"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124664,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112662\/revisions\/124664"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}