{"id":114507,"date":"2022-06-25T18:26:33","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T22:26:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114507"},"modified":"2022-07-09T10:34:36","modified_gmt":"2022-07-09T14:34:36","slug":"the-lady-on-the-billboard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-lady-on-the-billboard\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lady on the Billboard"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>{From the 2021 Poetry Marathon<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Prompts Hour Eight<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Text Prompt<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Try and condense the plot of a book, any book, into a poem. It can be very direct and recognizable, or abstract and obscured.}<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>First there were Annie and Audrey.<br \/>\nThen Abby came along and made three.<br \/>\nThree girls from the same mother<br \/>\nWho grew up without one another.<\/p>\n<p>Audrey was adopted and given a new name.<br \/>\nAnnie grew up alone and learned how to play the game.<br \/>\nAnd Abby? Abby stayed and took care of their mom<br \/>\nWhile inside she became a ticking bomb.<\/p>\n<p>Now Momma needs a kidney and Abby\u2019s won\u2019t do.<br \/>\nShe needs to find her sisters; she has found a clue!<br \/>\nAnnie\u2019s on the run from a deadbeat hubby,<br \/>\nBut Audrey is rich and comes from big money.<\/p>\n<p>First though to Elizabeth, Abby must break the news<br \/>\nYou\u2019re not Audrey; it\u2019s all been a ruse.<br \/>\nCatastrophe strikes and all lives are at stake:<br \/>\nIn the end, how many hearts will break?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>{This is about the fifth novel that I am currently working on, <em>The Lady on the Billboard<\/em>. Kind of helps to sum it up and tighten those darlings that keep trying to take over my story, huh?}<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>{From the 2021 Poetry Marathon Prompts Hour Eight Text Prompt Try and condense the plot of a book, any book, into a poem. It can be very direct and recognizable, or abstract and obscured.} &nbsp; First there were Annie and Audrey. Then Abby came along&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1185,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114507","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\/1185"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114588,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114507\/revisions\/114588"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}