{"id":18842,"date":"2016-08-13T11:41:54","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:41:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18842"},"modified":"2016-08-13T11:41:54","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:41:54","slug":"before-darkness-52","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/before-darkness-52\/","title":{"rendered":"Before Darkness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Birds announced the moment of sunrise,<\/p>\n<p>she approached the window,<\/p>\n<p>warmth graced her face and\u00a0she felt safe now,<\/p>\n<p>the terror that once plagued the countryside had subsided,<\/p>\n<p>the end of a war,<\/p>\n<p>men fought bravely,<\/p>\n<p>protecting what they considered theirs,<\/p>\n<p>not just women&#8217;s bodies,<\/p>\n<p>but land\u00a0on which they wished to plant their seeds and plow,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>before darkness, there was a lighter shade of darkness,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>shadows covering the escalation of a cultural war,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>impure intentions were the norm,<\/p>\n<p>no one was safe,<\/p>\n<p>now&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>some are safe,<\/p>\n<p>grey clouds linger\u00a0over certain communities,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>this is the cost light,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>when darkness is the norm,\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">An opened window,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">the ashes of burning burials had cleared,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">flesh coated air&#8211; blown down the river to the next town,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">she closed her eyes,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>the air of new sufferers filled her lungs with shaded darkness.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Birds announced the moment of sunrise, she approached the window, warmth graced her face and\u00a0she felt safe now, the terror that once plagued the countryside had subsided, the end of a war, men fought bravely, protecting what they considered theirs, not just women&#8217;s bodies, but&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":741,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18842","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\/741"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18842"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19352,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18842\/revisions\/19352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}