{"id":130577,"date":"2023-09-02T13:32:34","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:32:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130577"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:33:30","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:33:30","slug":"the-yellow-canoe-mystery-poem-5-by-ingrid-prompt-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-yellow-canoe-mystery-poem-5-by-ingrid-prompt-5\/","title":{"rendered":"The Yellow Canoe- Mystery Poem #5 by Ingrid Prompt #5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I saw it first.<\/p>\n<p>The bow of the canoe jutted out of the heavy fog creeping toward me in a predatorial fashion.\u00a0 Vaccumed silence surrounded me broken slightly by the distant cry of the mournful loon. My hands began to tremble becoming even more clammy as my breath caught and constricted in my chest. Time stopped. And, in my mind I imagined hearing haunting organ music that seemed to blend and belong to this eerie part of the lake. Early morning mist still marched\u00a0 across the lake like battle weary warriors as the canoe drew closer. Once it slid alongside my weather worn dock, I timidly leaned forward\u00a0 to get a better look at the inside of the canoe. My body began to shake as I recognized the faint sight of blood and multiple finger prints.I leaned in closer and suddenly felt my whole body being lifted and thrown over the canoe. Multiple witnesses would later be recorded as saying that they saw a shadowy hand rise out\u00a0 of the water and pull me down into its depths. And, on the tails of the wind, they heard this wailing chant:<\/p>\n<p>Return to the lake my dearest one<\/p>\n<p>Remember the lake sirens as we have sung.<\/p>\n<p>Return to our lake and let it be done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I saw it first. The bow of the canoe jutted out of the heavy fog creeping toward me in a predatorial fashion.\u00a0 Vaccumed silence surrounded me broken slightly by the distant cry of the mournful loon. My hands began to tremble becoming even more clammy&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130577","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130577","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\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130577"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130577\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130978,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130577\/revisions\/130978"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}