{"id":130788,"date":"2023-09-02T13:24:25","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:24:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130788"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:25:52","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:25:52","slug":"mystery-poem-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/mystery-poem-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Mystery Poem -Hour 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Into the marsh she glides<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">every night at five<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">No one know where she goes<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">or how she returns so spry.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">It\u2019s an older woman she is<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">until she sinks into thick<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">gooey muck to her knees<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">wrinkles gone from her neck<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Old when she enters gnarled and bent<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">she walks out young and tall<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Although curiously inviting<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">and very beautiful to the eye<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">One best bet is never to try.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">One should never look into<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">the gray-blue waters of the sea<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Once there you\u2019ll never return<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Into the marsh she glides every night at five\u00a0 No one know where she goes or how she returns so spry.\u00a0 It\u2019s an older woman she is until she sinks into thick gooey muck to her knees wrinkles gone from her neck\u00a0 Old when she&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":795,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130788","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130788","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\/795"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130788"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130788\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130850,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130788\/revisions\/130850"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130788"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130788"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130788"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}