{"id":142962,"date":"2023-09-03T07:31:02","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T11:31:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=142962"},"modified":"2023-09-03T07:31:02","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T11:31:02","slug":"instamatic-end-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/instamatic-end-23\/","title":{"rendered":"Instamatic end #23"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\">Kids were playing<br \/>\nIn the summer sun<br \/>\nA soft breeze<br \/>\nKissed the leaves<br \/>\nOf the laburnum trees<br \/>\nAs shrieks and squeals<br \/>\nOf delight<br \/>\nInterspersed with<br \/>\nThe excuted yapping<br \/>\nOf a small dog<br \/>\nAre all that announced<br \/>\nHis arrival<br \/>\nHe didn&#8217;t come<br \/>\nOn a dark and ragged cloud<br \/>\nHe didn&#8217;t arrive<br \/>\nTo a chorus of terrible screams<br \/>\nOr the smell of brimstone<br \/>\nBut to the peals of laughter<br \/>\nAnd the smell of fresh cut grass<br \/>\nHe turned heads as he passed<br \/>\nSmiling a perfect white smile<br \/>\nAt those kids as only he could<br \/>\nNo rusty serrated<br \/>\nSwitch blade grin here, then<br \/>\nA mother takes a photo<br \/>\nOn an instamatic camera<br \/>\nAnd the world holds it&#8217;s breath<br \/>\nAs the flash explodes<br \/>\nAnd faces turn to see<br \/>\nHe watched their terror grow<br \/>\nIn tandem with the cloud<br \/>\nAnd straightened up his tie<br \/>\nWhatever else<br \/>\nDeath knew how to dress<br \/>\nThey all agreed<br \/>\nOn this, their fateful day<br \/>\nAs other flashes<br \/>\nLike camera bulbs exploded<br \/>\nAcross the land<br \/>\nAs he led them on their way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kids were playing In the summer sun A soft breeze Kissed the leaves Of the laburnum trees As shrieks and squeals Of delight Interspersed with The excuted yapping Of a small dog Are all that announced His arrival He didn&#8217;t come On a dark and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142962","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142962","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\/4830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142962"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142962\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142966,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142962\/revisions\/142966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142962"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142962"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142962"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}