{"id":130909,"date":"2023-09-02T13:34:24","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:34:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130909"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:34:24","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:34:24","slug":"hour-5-opinions-nevermore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-5-opinions-nevermore\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5: opinions? nevermore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Summer sun on the side of the slope<br \/>\nFrames the scene<br \/>\nPleasant, soft, bucolic<br \/>\nThe soft susurration of the grasses<br \/>\nLulling a sense of security,albeit false, in the police who waited<br \/>\nAs the divers dragged the depths of the dam<br \/>\nDepositing the decomposing dead on the dirt for detection <\/p>\n<p>The coppers circled cawing like crows<br \/>\nIf they\u2019d been dressed in black, not blue<br \/>\nI may\u2019ve likened them to ravens of myth and memory<br \/>\nHarbingers of wisdom and death <\/p>\n<p>Picking over the \u2018past person\u2019 the police<br \/>\nCease to circle<br \/>\nAnd call a car to carry the corpse away to the coroner <\/p>\n<p>Moving to action the murder of crows cops scatters<br \/>\nA murder of their own to investigate<br \/>\nIs a murder what they investigate?<br \/>\nOr what they are?<br \/>\nThey chase new leads<br \/>\nThe different<br \/>\nThe interesting<br \/>\nThe *shiny*<br \/>\nYup &#8211; they are crows<br \/>\n\u2026or maybe ravens<br \/>\nEither way the difference is only the matter of a pinion<br \/>\nAnd they both want crime to be nevermore <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3794-243x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"243\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-130961\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3794-243x300.jpeg 243w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3794.jpeg 498w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 243px) 100vw, 243px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer sun on the side of the slope Frames the scene Pleasant, soft, bucolic The soft susurration of the grasses Lulling a sense of security,albeit false, in the police who waited As the divers dragged the depths of the dam Depositing the decomposing dead on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4375,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,441,5],"tags":[2516,3412,5945,416],"class_list":["post-130909","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-ravens","tag-crows","tag-detective","tag-humour"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130909","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=130909"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130909\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130993,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130909\/revisions\/130993"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130909"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130909"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130909"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}