{"id":22329,"date":"2016-08-13T16:28:38","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:28:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22329"},"modified":"2016-08-13T16:28:38","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:28:38","slug":"poem-8-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-8-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 8"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 8: Return<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I leap<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Back<\/p>\n<p>My prince, no prince<\/p>\n<p>Is back.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Strapped down<\/p>\n<p>A branding iron closing in<\/p>\n<p>In the middle of town square.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cheers and ruckus loud around<\/p>\n<p>Mage working magic black<\/p>\n<p>Like smoke in rings surrounds them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dead \u2013 he will die. The mark<\/p>\n<p>Will kill him. His magic is too closely linked<\/p>\n<p>To flesh, to heart, to core.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>His magic is a magic of the body \u2013 his flesh<\/p>\n<p>Can sing, become a different thing.<\/p>\n<p>From beast to bird to man again.<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019ll die if that thing touches him.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My right palm burns.<\/p>\n<p>My left palm sings \u2013<\/p>\n<p>Lavender light flings<\/p>\n<p>The mage away.<\/p>\n<p>A moment\u2019s breadth \u2013 surprise.<\/p>\n<p>Too late.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The brand burns above his heart.<\/p>\n<p>Death is sinking in.<\/p>\n<p>I must chase it away.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lavender light bleeds<\/p>\n<p>From my palm into the knotted mark.<\/p>\n<p>What else, but hope?<\/p>\n<p>A wish.<\/p>\n<p>A desperate act.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The mage is stirring now.<\/p>\n<p>The crowd cheers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Wish, hope, sing.<\/p>\n<p>Impossible thing \u2013 he lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 8: Return &nbsp; I leap &nbsp; Back My prince, no prince Is back. &nbsp; Strapped down A branding iron closing in In the middle of town square. &nbsp; Cheers and ruckus loud around Mage working magic black Like smoke in rings surrounds them. &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":842,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22329","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22329","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\/842"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22329"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22329\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22361,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22329\/revisions\/22361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22329"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22329"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22329"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}