{"id":19900,"date":"2016-08-13T12:38:47","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T16:38:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19900"},"modified":"2016-08-13T15:07:34","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:07:34","slug":"4-stephens-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/4-stephens-night\/","title":{"rendered":"#4 – Stephen’s Night (Write 10, add 10, subtract 8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

1- The bells rang free on Stephen’s night, yet,
\n<\/span><\/span>2- after the snow fell, their sound was muted.
\n<\/span><\/span>3- Attendees had long since escaped
\n<\/span><\/span>4- the oaken, wooden pews of Saint Bethel
\n<\/span><\/span>5- and returned to hearth and home, relieved.
\n<\/span><\/span>6- The service had children, rosy cheeked,
\n<\/span><\/span>7- extolling the virtues of virtue in song
\n<\/span><\/span>8- and elders smiling the remembrances of ago.
\n<\/span><\/span>9- Stephen was there in his wedding suit,
\n<\/span><\/span>0- held closely by Annalee and her wandering tears.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

1- The bells rang free on Stephen’s night, yet,
\n<\/span><\/span>2- after the snow fell, their sound was muted.
\n<\/span><\/span>2a\u2013 Flattened tones rolled above the hills,
\n<\/span><\/span>2b- alerting beast and man to his event.
\n<\/span><\/span>3- Attendees had long since escaped
\n<\/span><\/span>4- the oaken, wooden pews of Saint Bethel,
\n<\/span><\/span>4a- they shook hands, exchanged nods,
\n<\/span><\/span>4b- whispered the words of human bonds,
\n<\/span><\/span>5- and returned to hearth and home, relieved.
\n<\/span><\/span>6- The service had children, rosy cheeked,
\n<\/span><\/span>7- extolling the virtues of virtue in song
\n<\/span><\/span>7a- not knowing the meaning nor caring
\n<\/span><\/span>7b- but understanding their importance to others
\n<\/span><\/span>8- and elders smiling the remembrances of ago,
\n<\/span><\/span>8a- when live was more than simply the next breath.
\n<\/span><\/span>9- Stephen was there in his wedding suit,
\n<\/span><\/span>9a- black tuxedo with satin stripes down the legs,
\n<\/span><\/span>0- held closely by Annaleee and her wandering tears,
\n<\/span><\/span>0a- as he lay grandly in the white pearl coffin,
\n<\/span><\/span>0b- bearing the smile she swore she would never forget.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

1- The bells rang free on Stephen’s night, yet,
\n<\/span><\/span>2- after the snow fell, their sound was muted.
\n<\/span><\/span>2a\u2013 Flattened tones rolled above the hills,
\n<\/span><\/span>3- Attendees had long since escaped
\n<\/span><\/span>4- the oaken, wooden pews of Saint Bethel,
\n<\/span><\/span>6- The service had children, rosy cheeked,
\n<\/span><\/span>7- extolling the virtues of virtue in song
\n<\/span><\/span>8- and elders smiling the remembrances of ago,
\n<\/span><\/span>8a- when live was more than simply the next breath.
\n<\/span><\/span>9- Stephen was there in his wedding suit,
\n<\/span><\/span>9a- black tuxedo with satin stripes down the legs,
\n<\/span><\/span>0a- as he lay grandly in the white pearl coffin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

1- The bells rang free on Stephen’s night, yet, 2- after the snow fell, their sound was muted. 3- Attendees had long since escaped 4- the oaken, wooden pews of Saint Bethel 5- and returned to hearth and home, relieved. 6- The service had children,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[1179,1177,1253],"class_list":["post-19900","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-canada","tag-chowilawu","tag-gislason"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19900","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\/806"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19900"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19900\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21549,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19900\/revisions\/21549"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19900"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19900"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19900"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}