{"id":142157,"date":"2023-09-03T06:15:43","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:15:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=142157"},"modified":"2023-09-03T06:34:07","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:34:07","slug":"running-water","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/running-water\/","title":{"rendered":"Running Water"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Running water<br \/>\nRunning rivers<br \/>\nRivulets chasing through the bog grass<br \/>\nThrough the slate and through the loam<br \/>\nOff the road and through the heather<br \/>\nThe blackthorn bites my arms.<\/p>\n<p>Running water<br \/>\nRunning rivers<br \/>\nRivulets dried up after a drought<br \/>\nTripping on tufts of moss<br \/>\nThat come away at my feet.<br \/>\nThere are hooves behind me.<\/p>\n<p>Running water.<br \/>\nRunning rivers.<br \/>\nFor god\u2019s sake where are the rivers.<br \/>\nI forge over the uplands<br \/>\nOn the hilltop, there the rowans,<br \/>\nLonely distant sanctuary.<\/p>\n<p>Running water.<br \/>\nRunning rivers.<br \/>\nAll their little laughs are missing.<br \/>\nIs this the summer luck or some cruel game<br \/>\nThe hooves are getting louder.<br \/>\nMy legs begin to shake.<\/p>\n<p>Running water.<br \/>\nRunning rivers.<br \/>\nThe ground dips down ahead.<br \/>\nI can smell the healthy bushes<br \/>\nAnd the sheep waste, and the wet.<br \/>\nAnd breath over my neck.<\/p>\n<p>Running river.<br \/>\nRunning water.<br \/>\nWith splintered hands I clear the gate<br \/>\nAnd twist my ankle on the bank<br \/>\nAnd <i>leap across the running water.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Never cross the same stream twice.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Hold your breath across the crossing.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Don\u2019t agree to pay a price.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Don\u2019t eat the food, don\u2019t give your name.<br \/>\n<\/i><i>Leave the horse with pond weed mane,<br \/>\n<\/i><i><\/i><i>And when you&#8217;ve reached a safer shore<br \/>\nDon\u2019t stop running.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Running water Running rivers Rivulets chasing through the bog grass Through the slate and through the loam Off the road and through the heather The blackthorn bites my arms. Running water Running rivers Rivulets dried up after a drought Tripping on tufts of moss That&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2314,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142157","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142157","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\/2314"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142157"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142390,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142157\/revisions\/142390"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142157"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142157"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}