{"id":119258,"date":"2022-06-26T02:14:22","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T06:14:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119258"},"modified":"2022-06-26T02:16:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T06:16:23","slug":"02-whose-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/02-whose-woods\/","title":{"rendered":"02 &#8211; Whose Woods"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>With credit to Robert Frost for the first three lines, taken from lines 1, 3, and 5 in &#8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Whose woods these are I think I know<br \/>\nHe will not see me stopping here<br \/>\nMy little horse must think it queer,<br \/>\nA deafening silence, drawing near<\/p>\n<p>And though it&#8217;s said I&#8217;ve much to fear<br \/>\nFrom sinister sounds both far and near<br \/>\nI thank my stars I do not hear<br \/>\nSardonic laughter in my ear<\/p>\n<p>Whilst silence settles &#8217;round me, clear<br \/>\nWere he to see me stopping here<br \/>\nWith my horse, thinking it queer<br \/>\nWe would vanish, bones and gear<\/p>\n<p>For though I know he sings a song<br \/>\nOnce changed, he&#8217;ll amble softly along<br \/>\nSilence precedes his gleeful tune<br \/>\nUntil he howls, eyes on the moon<\/p>\n<p>Most grateful am I to know this fact<br \/>\nPreparing myself, now, to react<br \/>\nThe wind is calm, now dark woods cackle<br \/>\nA fire burns and gently crackles<\/p>\n<p>My breath doth curl and icy air lick<br \/>\nSilence dawns, stifles, becomes chthonic<br \/>\nQuiet encroaches, settling in<br \/>\nWith his approach I give a grin<\/p>\n<p>No bated breath will you find here<br \/>\nFor laughter&#8217;s begun in my ear<br \/>\nMy breathing slows, and pupils slit<br \/>\nClaws extend from fingertips<\/p>\n<p>Though these woods his may be<br \/>\nFrom the moon I am free<br \/>\nSubsistence kills are for his sort<br \/>\nWhile my kin like to kill for sport<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With credit to Robert Frost for the first three lines, taken from lines 1, 3, and 5 in &#8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&#8221;. Whose woods these are I think I know He will not see me stopping here My little horse must think&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3485,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119258","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\/3485"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119258"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119322,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119258\/revisions\/119322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}