{"id":20135,"date":"2016-08-13T13:01:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20135"},"modified":"2016-08-13T13:01:11","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:01:11","slug":"the-flaming-pinata","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-flaming-pinata\/","title":{"rendered":"The Flaming Pi\u00f1ata"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Flaming Pi\u00f1ata<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I liked playing with matches&#8211; the spark, the dancing blue of the flame.<\/p>\n<p>The sweet biting fragrance of sulfur seemed to whisper my name.<\/p>\n<p>One afternoon, it stood, beckoning me from my childlike dream:<\/p>\n<p>A pi\u00f1ata: bright, welcoming colors of red, yellow, blue, and green!<\/p>\n<p>With skillful hands, I lit up the beast.<\/p>\n<p>Flames burst like little Mexican candies exploding from its belly.<\/p>\n<p>My seven year old attempts to put out the fire, all in vain.<\/p>\n<p>Time to call upon the only creature worthy of the challenge: Mom.<\/p>\n<p>She battled the fiery beast with buckets upon buckets of water.<\/p>\n<p>Cremated remains of yellow, red, blue, and green tissue were hauled outside for a decent burial.<\/p>\n<p>I knew I could always count on my mom to be by my side in any battle.<\/p>\n<p><em>And each time I see a pi\u00f1ata at a party, I have an entirely different perspective of the red, yellow, blue, and green tissue paper.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Flaming Pi\u00f1ata I liked playing with matches&#8211; the spark, the dancing blue of the flame. The sweet biting fragrance of sulfur seemed to whisper my name. One afternoon, it stood, beckoning me from my childlike dream: A pi\u00f1ata: bright, welcoming colors of red, yellow,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":260,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20135","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20135","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\/260"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20135"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20135\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20161,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20135\/revisions\/20161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20135"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20135"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20135"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}