{"id":129426,"date":"2023-09-02T12:02:18","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:02:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129426"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:03:07","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:03:07","slug":"hour-3-feathers-%f0%9f%aa%b6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-3-feathers-%f0%9f%aa%b6\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: Feathers \ud83e\udeb6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>(Prompt response to Twenty Little Poetry Projects<\/p>\n<p>Prompt explanation of Twenty Little Poetry Projects rules at: https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-three-5)<\/p>\n<p>Hope is the thing with feathers<br \/>\nShe will not be able to speak, to see<br \/>\nThe time will come<br \/>\nMerry will she not be<br \/>\nWhat cannot be said will tie her tongue<br \/>\nUnsaid, unspoken<br \/>\nHer soul sinking with the disappointment of it<br \/>\nThe lights will dim<br \/>\nAll may be lost<br \/>\nThe only touch remaining will come from the fingertips you cling to the cliffs with<br \/>\nYet the mines, the anvil will call again<br \/>\nShe and you and I<br \/>\nWill sing<br \/>\nWell, perhaps sing is too kind a word for the sound that will be made<br \/>\nYet the tune, the beat, will persist<br \/>\nThe miners hope<br \/>\nThe bird, kept breathing in its custom iron lung<br \/>\nWill bless, curse our hopes in yellowed morning light<br \/>\nSo encouraged, I shall follow it<br \/>\nShaping myself back into being<br \/>\nAs the transcendental canary folds me<br \/>\nInto a new origami day<br \/>\nWith an \u201cohayo\u201d on its breath<br \/>\nShe, I, we &#8211; may yet learn the petrichor of hope<br \/>\nEven as sight and light fail<br \/>\nThe refrain is the awful truth of pain<br \/>\nBirds fly free &#8211; but me?<br \/>\nI am made of flocks of yellow origami<br \/>\nBound together by only a breath of hope<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(Prompt response to Twenty Little Poetry Projects Prompt explanation of Twenty Little Poetry Projects rules at: https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-three-5) Hope is the thing with feathers She will not be able to speak, to see The time will come Merry will she not be What cannot be said&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4375,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129426","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129426","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\/4375"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129426"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129545,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129426\/revisions\/129545"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}