{"id":23493,"date":"2016-08-13T18:31:08","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:31:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23493"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:37:59","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:37:59","slug":"prompt-hour-ten-a-poem-of-praise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-hour-ten-a-poem-of-praise\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Hour Ten&#8211;a poem of praise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-23646\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Mirrored-Love-1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"Mirrored Love\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Mirrored-Love-1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Mirrored-Love-1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Mirrored-Love-1.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Mirrored Love<\/p>\n<p>My body is not young and tight,<br \/>\nits skin is no longer taut.<br \/>\nCrow&#8217;s feet fan from my eyes,<br \/>\nand freckles speckle my face and arms.<\/p>\n<p>Hardened callouses encrust the heels<br \/>\nof my feet, their edges split and bleed in the cold.<br \/>\nA long, smiling scar bisects my torso<br \/>\nfrom hip to hip, stretch marks from breasts to back.<\/p>\n<p>I love it.<\/p>\n<p>My body brought into existence four babies,<br \/>\nthree to raise to adulthood and one to lose,<br \/>\nmy reminder of their bodies&#8217; fragility.<\/p>\n<p>My body bears the brunt of many smiles<br \/>\netched into its surface for all to see.<\/p>\n<p>It continues to draw my love to me<br \/>\nin the middle of the night, an irresistible pull<br \/>\nin full view of my many imperfections.<\/p>\n<p>It will never be perfect, never again young,<br \/>\nit will never turn other&#8217;s heads,<br \/>\nbut it is mine, a mirrored reminder<br \/>\nthat I have lived, and loved.<\/p>\n<p>Tracy Plath<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mirrored Love My body is not young and tight, its skin is no longer taut. Crow&#8217;s feet fan from my eyes, and freckles speckle my face and arms. Hardened callouses encrust the heels of my feet, their edges split and bleed in the cold. A&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23493","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23493"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23493\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23647,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23493\/revisions\/23647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}