{"id":134425,"date":"2023-09-02T17:38:33","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:38:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134425"},"modified":"2023-09-02T17:38:33","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:38:33","slug":"hour-nine-pockets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-nine-pockets\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Nine: Pockets"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pockets<\/span><\/p>\n

In the bucket<\/span>
\n<\/span>under the carport<\/span>
\n<\/span>is a lightbulb.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>She placed it there<\/span>
\n<\/span>so she wouldn’t forget.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>In her jacket pocket<\/span>
\n<\/span>she kept a jar of \u201ccinnomen\u201d<\/span>
\n<\/span>as she called it, this woman from the bayou,<\/span>
\n<\/span>to keep away \u201cthe bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

In the other pocket we found<\/span>
\n<\/span>a shrivel up beet.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>And the hole in the elbow<\/span>
\n<\/span>of her jacket was a testament<\/span>
\n<\/span>of her everyday ceremony,<\/span>
\n<\/span>drinking her coffee<\/span>
\n<\/span>on the porch<\/span>
\n<\/span>with her elbow<\/span>
\n<\/span>on the arm<\/span>
\n<\/span>of the wooden rocker her<\/span>
\n<\/span>grandfather made<\/span>
\n<\/span>and no one ever<\/span>
\n<\/span>refinished.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She told us stories of elk<\/span>
\n<\/span>in the meadow where she<\/span>
\n<\/span>moved to raise her children.<\/span><\/p>\n

They said it was a tremor<\/span>
\n<\/span>that took her.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>And in the quiet<\/span>
\n<\/span>as I drink my coffee<\/span>
\n<\/span>leaning on the arm of<\/span>
\n<\/span>the rocker my great grandpa<\/span>
\n<\/span>crafted and no one ever refinished,<\/span>
\n<\/span>I feel her hugs,<\/span>
\n<\/span>this woman of the bayou, <\/span>
\n<\/span>in the jacket I wear with the<\/span>
\n<\/span>shriveled beet and the cinnomen
\nin the pockets.<\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>\"\" \"\"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Pockets In the bucket under the carport is a lightbulb. She placed it there so she wouldn’t forget. In her jacket pocket she kept a jar of \u201ccinnomen\u201d as she called it, this woman from the bayou, to keep away \u201cthe bad.\u201d In the other…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":706,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134425","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134425","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\/706"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134425"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134425\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134469,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134425\/revisions\/134469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134425"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134425"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134425"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}