{"id":117711,"date":"2022-06-25T23:05:29","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T03:05:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=117711"},"modified":"2022-06-27T18:32:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T22:32:23","slug":"hour-fourteen-sleepless-nights-mary-pecaut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-fourteen-sleepless-nights-mary-pecaut\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Fourteen    Sleepless Nights     Mary Pecaut"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Hour Fourteen &#8211;\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Sleepless Nights\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Mary Pecaut<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Every night before bed,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mom and I snuggled and read<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">fairytales from other lands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lessons learned<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I didn&#8217;t readily<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">understand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I couldn&#8217;t sleep<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when Jack and Jill\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">tumbled down the hill<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">or even less when Gretel and Hansel\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">lost their way in the forest, trusted a stranger who treated\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">them well. The Witch! She caged them, enslaved them<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and shoved &#8217;em in the oven.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Such were the Grimm tales of my childhood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As an adult, the stories are clear. The world is a tale of child<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">abandonment, enslavement, cannibalism, and murder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Little Red Riding Hood skips through the woods &#8211;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her basket full of muffins &#8211; a fine treat for Grandma<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">who she discovers in bed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">devoured by a wolf.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">What have we concluded? Grandma shouldn&#8217;t live alone secluded<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">or b<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">e careful of those <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">disguised as someone we love.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And what the F&#8211;k was Goldilocks doing in the Three Bears Home?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It was never about \u2018getting things just right\u2019. For God\u2019s sake,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">your story is blown.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Respect the privacy of others!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re to believe that all is hunky dory?<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Rest assured, if the Bears owned\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">guns, it would have been<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a very different story.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I dreamed that I might be Scheherazade<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">famed storyteller of <em>The One Thousand and One Nights\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">who taught me &#8211; to tell a story well\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">just might save your life.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Fourteen &#8211;\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Sleepless Nights\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Mary Pecaut &nbsp; Every night before bed, Mom and I snuggled and read fairytales from other lands. Lessons learned I didn&#8217;t readily understand. &nbsp; I couldn&#8217;t sleep when Jack and Jill\u00a0 tumbled&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1509,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-117711","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117711","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\/1509"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=117711"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117711\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123911,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117711\/revisions\/123911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=117711"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=117711"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=117711"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}