{"id":126824,"date":"2023-09-02T09:07:45","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:07:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=126824"},"modified":"2023-09-02T09:07:45","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T13:07:45","slug":"when-the-stamen-tramples-on-his-pistil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/when-the-stamen-tramples-on-his-pistil\/","title":{"rendered":"When the stamen tramples on his pistil"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The daffodil was still a seedling<br \/>\nRecall that hot summer noon<br \/>\nMother and I cooked in the kitchen<br \/>\nAnd talked about my perfect groom<\/p>\n<p>When the bull ignores the cow&#8217;s moo<br \/>\nHe must be frustrated and hungry too<br \/>\nWhen last was his best laugh?<br \/>\nTell him a joke or bear him a calf<\/p>\n<p>When the sire barks at his dam<br \/>\nGather the puppies to their kennel<br \/>\nA little space will do no harm<br \/>\nHe himself will come to settle<\/p>\n<p>But when the stamen tramples on his pistil<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t cry &#8220;oh heavens save us!&#8221;<br \/>\nFor why must he be so hostile?<br \/>\nPack your petals and board the next bus<\/p>\n<p>Men, why hit your wives?<br \/>\nWomen, why the silence?<br \/>\nPerhaps you have nine lives<br \/>\nThat you condone such violence<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s winter<br \/>\nThe daffodil is mature now<br \/>\nI left my perfect mister<br \/>\nHis rage and his dirty frown<br \/>\nI&#8217;m back mum<br \/>\nIt was an heart-shattering run<br \/>\nThe sun is nowhere to be found<br \/>\nBut mother is beneath the ground<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s not rising from the grave<br \/>\nBut she whispers &#8220;Thanks for being brave!&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The daffodil was still a seedling Recall that hot summer noon Mother and I cooked in the kitchen And talked about my perfect groom When the bull ignores the cow&#8217;s moo He must be frustrated and hungry too When last was his best laugh? Tell&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5293,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[5761],"class_list":["post-126824","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-marathonpoem-2023marathonpoem-24-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126824","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\/5293"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=126824"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126824\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":126880,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/126824\/revisions\/126880"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=126824"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=126824"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=126824"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}