{"id":129118,"date":"2023-09-02T11:39:43","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:39:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129118"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:39:43","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:39:43","slug":"hour-three-patinated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-three-patinated\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three: Patinated"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He sits under lime green leaves , a sentry covered in armor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I expect him to protect me with his cast iron body and patinated shell. <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">His cold hard self still, not able to move in the shade.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Scented\u00a0 lilac permeates the leeway.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Crickets call in the Moon.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My tongue reaches for the rain starting to fall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He is just a decoration.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I wait for the air to quiet into gray.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and yet, Athena would shed her soul for Tritonis.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I saved my tongue for proper use.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Did I ever want him to save me?<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Certainly not a simp as a savior.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A garden lizard, hardened and stern<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as my savior?<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Prav.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Say it isn\u2019t so.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-129130\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186-1536x2048.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_5286-scaled-e1693669145186.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He sits under lime green leaves , a sentry covered in armor. I expect him to protect me with his cast iron body and patinated shell. His cold hard self still, not able to move in the shade. Scented\u00a0 lilac permeates the leeway. Crickets call&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":706,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129118","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\/706"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129153,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129118\/revisions\/129153"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}