{"id":134698,"date":"2023-09-02T17:56:09","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T21:56:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134698"},"modified":"2023-09-03T02:23:27","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:23:27","slug":"the-landlords-feast-hour-9-prompts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-landlords-feast-hour-9-prompts\/","title":{"rendered":"The Landlord&#8217;s feast ( hour 9 prompts)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the<em> landlord announced a festival.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>the butterflies happily flapped their wings:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>slippery sleepy beauty signals the night&#8217;s success.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;beat the beets to liquid, tonight our mouth shall be filled.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>get me my best jacket, I do not want to be late.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>the landlord shivered with tremors<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>of anxiety. tonight&#8217;s feast must be really great,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>i definitely heard him mention the setting<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>as one beside the bayou. oh, the guest must be ready<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>to bend their elbows!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;order 50 incandescent bulbs, history must<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>know that my party was day in night. spice<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>the venue with Solomon&#8217;s cinnamon delivered in<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>seven buckets. for the fries, go hunt for elks, boy,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>while the rest fix the carport. we&#8217;ve quite an unpredictable weather.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>then<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>all of a sudden he collapsed.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>how sweet it was to imagine: here he was,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>lonely in his stead- a peasant farmer.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;and don&#8217;t forget the blue song&#8221; he\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>whispered in tears.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the landlord announced a festival. the butterflies happily flapped their wings: slippery sleepy beauty signals the night&#8217;s success. &#8220;beat the beets to liquid, tonight our mouth shall be filled. get me my best jacket, I do not want to be late.&#8221; the landlord shivered with&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5228,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134698","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\/5228"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134698"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140161,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134698\/revisions\/140161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}