{"id":133868,"date":"2023-09-02T17:32:40","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:32:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=133868"},"modified":"2023-09-02T21:31:24","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:31:24","slug":"hour-9-so-much-depends-upon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-9-so-much-depends-upon\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 9 &#8211; So Much Depends Upon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>so much depends upon<br \/>\nthe teal and <strong>cinnamon<\/strong> cruisers<br \/>\nwith their <strong>elk<\/strong>-antler handles<br \/>\n<strong>elbow<\/strong>ed in on the cobblestone bridge<br \/>\nwith the row houses <strong>jacket<\/strong>ing the street<br \/>\nand our satisfied <strong>tremor<\/strong>s of delight<br \/>\nas we clamber up onto the bikes.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/photos\/MK-voups3_A\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-134147\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/aswathy-n-MK-voups3_A-unsplash.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/aswathy-n-MK-voups3_A-unsplash.jpg 640w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/aswathy-n-MK-voups3_A-unsplash-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>First line taken from William Carlos Williams\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poems\/45502\/the-red-wheelbarrow\">\u2018The Red Wheelbarrow\u2019<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Photo by <a class=\"N2odk RZQOk eziW_ cl4O9 KHq0c\" href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@abnair\">Aswathy N<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-nine-6\">Prompt 9<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>so much depends upon the teal and cinnamon cruisers with their elk-antler handles elbowed in on the cobblestone bridge with the row houses jacketing the street and our satisfied tremors of delight as we clamber up onto the bikes. First line taken from William Carlos&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3549,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[6078,1589],"class_list":["post-133868","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-bicycle","tag-william-carlos-williams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133868","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\/3549"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=133868"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133868\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137604,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133868\/revisions\/137604"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133868"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133868"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133868"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}