{"id":22907,"date":"2016-08-13T18:00:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22907"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:22:05","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:22:05","slug":"hour-nine-truant","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-nine-truant\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Nine: Truant"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Truant<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-15860 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"download-587\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/download-587-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Afterwards, everyone judged<\/p>\n<p>though they, too, wished they could run.<\/p>\n<p>History is only kind to those who judge, and with<\/p>\n<p>a girl-child ripped from a mother&#8217;s arms, the only<\/p>\n<p>cold comfort to be had was in the dusty pages<\/p>\n<p>of history books.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They came for her in the night, but we&#8217;d slipped away<\/p>\n<p>hours earlier, under cover of broad daylight, because no one<\/p>\n<p>suspected we&#8217;d run.<\/p>\n<p>We left quickly and lightly, only a change of clothes and<\/p>\n<p>a sack of food.<\/p>\n<p>When they arrived the only one to answer for our conscientious crime was<\/p>\n<p>a baffled mutt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We only needed make it to the other side of the bridge<\/p>\n<p>and across the river.<\/p>\n<p>They never found us.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Truant Afterwards, everyone judged though they, too, wished they could run. History is only kind to those who judge, and with a girl-child ripped from a mother&#8217;s arms, the only cold comfort to be had was in the dusty pages of history books. &nbsp; They&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":860,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22907","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22907","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\/860"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22907"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22907\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23277,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22907\/revisions\/23277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22907"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22907"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22907"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}