It was three am when the snake appeared.<\/p>\n
Slithered into my dreams with shining scales
\nand the topaz eyes of a mother.
\nNot my mother.<\/p>\n
Kind like hers, but with more sorrow
\nand a confidence born from surviving
\nthe hurricane.<\/p>\n
I wondered what memories paint her
\nfears and how it would feel to cry in
\ntechnicolor.<\/p>\n
She held me as I shook and whispered
\nsoft things into the folds between my
\nanxieties.<\/p>\n
I wept in navy sorrows and stained
\nthe sheets with unwashed
\ngrief<\/p>\n
While she hummed foreign lullabies
\nto the tune of some happier child’s
\nsleep.<\/p>\n
Rest easy, young<\/em> one, she sang You are not so lost as you think. It was three am when the snake appeared. Slithered into my dreams with shining scales and the topaz eyes of a mother. Not my mother. Kind like hers, but with more sorrow and a confidence born from surviving the hurricane. I wondered what memories paint…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4030,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114163","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114163","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\/4030"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114163"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114163\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114480,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114163\/revisions\/114480"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114163"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114163"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114163"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas she dried my staccato
\ntears,<\/p>\n
\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"