{"id":133190,"date":"2023-09-02T16:13:12","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:13:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=133190"},"modified":"2023-09-02T16:13:12","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:13:12","slug":"prompt-8-music-bees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-8-music-bees\/","title":{"rendered":"prompt #8 &#8212; music (bees)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A collection of bees<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 with apologies to Sylvan Esso<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Bumblees flicker through the four o\u2019clocks.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Almost as large as hummingbirds<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">their ungainly bodies hang from wings<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">furiously pumping.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Among the cosmos, honeybees drowse<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">their bodies dense with yellow pollen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And in the umbels of fennel and dill<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">tiny native bees dart like the tongues<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">of snakes\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 back and forth \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 around<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Summer. The September sun a gold coin<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">suspended in a peacock blue sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Above my head bees make gentle music<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">High soprano\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 rumbling bass<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">the sweet honeyed music of summer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A collection of bees \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 with apologies to Sylvan Esso Bumblees flicker through the four o\u2019clocks. Almost as large as hummingbirds their ungainly bodies hang from wings furiously pumping. Among the cosmos, honeybees drowse their bodies dense with yellow pollen. And in the umbels of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-133190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133190","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=133190"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133297,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133190\/revisions\/133297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}