{"id":128815,"date":"2023-09-02T11:39:25","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:39:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128815"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:39:25","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:39:25","slug":"hour-three-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-three-25\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Image prompt<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Mercury Rising<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In that dustbowl summer<\/p>\n<p>we learned and relearned again<\/p>\n<p>the musculature of dream.<\/p>\n<p>Bright horizon, future a golden hum.<\/p>\n<p>Heat was a verb we exercised with<\/p>\n<p>no caution; hearts heedless<\/p>\n<p>to colder climates, shifts in wayward weather.<\/p>\n<p>Now a feather floats on a scorched breeze,<\/p>\n<p>a memory alights<\/p>\n<p>and infinity spins on a dime.<\/p>\n<p>While somewhere, millions of miles above<\/p>\n<p>Mercury spins around the sun<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s burning core visible<\/p>\n<p>on soft summer nights.<\/p>\n<p>In all my wishing well days<\/p>\n<p>it was you<\/p>\n<p>the darkness sang for,<\/p>\n<p>no rusted coin or funneled depth of thought.<\/p>\n<p>Firefly heart, stop, restart.<\/p>\n<p>The circumference of time<\/p>\n<p>a linear knot<\/p>\n<p>we cannot unravel.<\/p>\n<p><em>But.<\/em>\u00a0<em>Bring me back. Je suis desole\u00e9.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>In this arid landscape<\/p>\n<p>there is only dust; the detritus<\/p>\n<p>of those summer dreams<\/p>\n<p>whirling devils in the wind,<\/p>\n<p>the bones of what has been<\/p>\n<p>rattling around in my dreams.<\/p>\n<p>While Mercury, still sun-stunned,<\/p>\n<p>drags it&#8217;s molten heart in blinding orbit<\/p>\n<p>around the burning sun.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image prompt &nbsp; Mercury Rising &nbsp; In that dustbowl summer we learned and relearned again the musculature of dream. Bright horizon, future a golden hum. Heat was a verb we exercised with no caution; hearts heedless to colder climates, shifts in wayward weather. Now a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4024,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[1356],"class_list":["post-128815","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-hour-three"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128815","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\/4024"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128815"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128815\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129148,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128815\/revisions\/129148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128815"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128815"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128815"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}