{"id":22792,"date":"2016-08-13T18:27:17","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:27:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22792"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:27:17","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:27:17","slug":"hour-8-la-fee-verte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-8-la-fee-verte\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8 &#8211; La F\u00e9e Verte"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"CY8kbPmRhM\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-eight-3\">Prompt for Hour Eight<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;Prompt for Hour Eight&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-eight-3\/embed#?secret=d6ESuLwepQ#?secret=CY8kbPmRhM\" data-secret=\"CY8kbPmRhM\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Her breath tastes of stale apples<br \/>\nHer eyes shine like last night&#8217;s moon<br \/>\nWhen she talks of sweet nothings<br \/>\nThe corner of her mouth pulsates playfully<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes shine like last night&#8217;s moon<br \/>\nWhen she dances like a homeless cloud<br \/>\nThe corner of her mouth pulsates playfully<br \/>\nDeath comes and goes, I&#8217;m not home<\/p>\n<p>When she dances like a homeless cloud<br \/>\nThe rain sing songs to her dark hair<br \/>\nDeath comes and goes, I&#8217;m not home<br \/>\nTime stops in heaven<\/p>\n<p>The rain sing songs to her dark hair<br \/>\nHer breath tastes of stale apples<br \/>\nTime stops in heaven<br \/>\nWhen she talks of sweet nothings<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Eight Her breath tastes of stale apples Her eyes shine like last night&#8217;s moon When she talks of sweet nothings The corner of her mouth pulsates playfully Her eyes shine like last night&#8217;s moon When she dances like a homeless cloud The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22792","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22792","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\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22792"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22792\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23536,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22792\/revisions\/23536"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22792"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22792"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22792"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}