{"id":18897,"date":"2016-08-13T11:23:47","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:23:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18897"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:37:43","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:37:43","slug":"before-darkness-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/before-darkness-30\/","title":{"rendered":"before darkness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>he put on the beekeeper&#8217;s suit<\/p>\n<p>pulled the netting over his face<\/p>\n<p>and headed out to the back of the garden<\/p>\n<p>gathering\u00a0caps in his non-descript pail<\/p>\n<p>and bringing them inside<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in the kitchen he setup the caps<\/p>\n<p>to drain of their sweet nectar on the counter<\/p>\n<p>capturing the golden flow<\/p>\n<p>emptying what he wanted most<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>eventually, the caps emptied<\/p>\n<p>he washed them<\/p>\n<p>and washed them again<\/p>\n<p>then placed them on the stove in a pot and melted them<\/p>\n<p>straining the melted wax through the cheesecloth he kept in the pantry<\/p>\n<p>being careful not to burn himself<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>wax, pliable imagination<\/p>\n<p>wet and wondering<\/p>\n<p>he poured into the old canning jars<\/p>\n<p>after tacking a wick inside on the bottom<\/p>\n<p>and stretching the wick over a pencil laying across the open top<\/p>\n<p>like a serpent jumping out of the warm wax bath he had made<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>after the wax dried<\/p>\n<p>he removed the pencil<\/p>\n<p>and lit wick<\/p>\n<p>you think he has created a candle<\/p>\n<p>or light<\/p>\n<p>but not exactly<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the light brushes up against the darkness<\/p>\n<p>making the darkness visible<\/p>\n<p>finally<\/p>\n<p>giving the darkness meaning<\/p>\n<p>darkness, a womb for light<\/p>\n<p>darkness, waiting for light<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before darkness there was darkness<\/p>\n<p>waiting for its name<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>he put on the beekeeper&#8217;s suit pulled the netting over his face and headed out to the back of the garden gathering\u00a0caps in his non-descript pail and bringing them inside &nbsp; in the kitchen he setup the caps to drain of their sweet nectar on&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":803,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18897","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18897","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\/803"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18897"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18897\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19298,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18897\/revisions\/19298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18897"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18897"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18897"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}