perfect posture<\/b><\/p>\n
Priya has put the pot
\nOn her head \u2026 & left it there
\nOh why is she doing this
\nPoor girl she\u2019s hardly said boo
\nTo me or anyone the 3 days
\nShe\u2019s been travelling with us
\n& now this strange attention
\nSeeking behaviour from nowhere
\nI hope she\u2019s not feeling
\nLeft out &\/<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>\/Wait what\u2019s going on But the best thing \u2014 her eyes glow perfect posture Priya has put the pot On her head \u2026 & left it there Oh why is she doing this Poor girl she\u2019s hardly said boo To me or anyone the 3 days She\u2019s been travelling with us & now this strange attention Seeking…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[5772,6038,1552,6232,6235,6231,6234,6233,4921],"class_list":["post-138899","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","tag-2023fullmarathon","tag-astellapoem","tag-dropped-the-sky","tag-flossing","tag-irish-river","tag-priya-cameo","tag-russian-squat","tag-twerking","tag-ya-verse-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138899","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\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138899"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138899\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":138914,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138899\/revisions\/138914"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138899"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138899"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138899"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThis is weird. She\u2019s walking round
\nPicking up things. With her toes.
\nThe pot still, unmoving, as if glued
\nOn her head. We all start watching
\nIntently as she kicks Ben\u2019s apple
\n<\/span>Core upwards & wiggles her neck
\ncatches it in the pot. Despite our
\n<\/span>cautionary silence. We all cheer.
\nNow she\u2019s dancing. Russian squat
\nIrish River. Twerking. Flossing.
\nThe pot a part of her as much as her hair.<\/p>\n
\nIn the firelight & she\u2019s grinning like a tiger<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"