{"id":141344,"date":"2023-09-03T04:52:37","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:52:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=141344"},"modified":"2023-09-03T04:52:37","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:52:37","slug":"haunted-barn-hour-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/haunted-barn-hour-20\/","title":{"rendered":"Haunted Barn   hour 20"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Haunted Barn<\/p>\n<p>A monkey, a bunny, and a flamingo<br \/>\nmeet in a barn, where there are no horses<br \/>\nor cows, no pigs or chickens, not a single stick<br \/>\nof straw; they meet a purple-hair woman there<br \/>\nwho takes them on a journey through walls<br \/>\nand halls, up hills and down in basements,<br \/>\nleads them into attics and above ocean waves,<br \/>\na poetic roller coaster of hauntings that do not<br \/>\nrest in peace.<\/p>\n<p>A few ghosts wail, taverns and coffee shops<br \/>\nopen and close like shutters in a windstorm;<br \/>\ncadavers awaken and stroll Long Island streets<br \/>\nas though they hadn\u2019t died over a century ago.<br \/>\nBarn boards moan beneath their feet, a door creaks<br \/>\nin rusty protest; the monkey oils away the fear.<\/p>\n<p>A mirror on the wall clouds over, a face appears<br \/>\nscreaming soundless; the bunny rubs long ears<br \/>\nacross the glass and the terrified woman disappears<br \/>\nin a cloud of smoke. When a kite gets caught<br \/>\nthe fan at the roof of the barn and it stutters to a halt,<br \/>\nthe flamingo flies up, releases the bright purple kite,<br \/>\nand the fan resumes spinning.<\/p>\n<p>The purple-haired woman claps at each feat<br \/>\nof mastery, delights in relieving fright, the barn<br \/>\nhaunted no more. The monkey bows, the bunny<br \/>\ndances, and the flamingo flaps fuchsia wings.<br \/>\nThey hug, the purple-haired woman arranging<br \/>\ntheir next poetic exorcism, perhaps on a street<br \/>\nwhere you live.<\/p>\n<p>~ J R Turek Hour 20<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Haunted Barn A monkey, a bunny, and a flamingo meet in a barn, where there are no horses or cows, no pigs or chickens, not a single stick of straw; they meet a purple-hair woman there who takes them on a journey through walls and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-141344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141344","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\/1325"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=141344"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141344\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141347,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141344\/revisions\/141347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141344"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141344"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}