{"id":23586,"date":"2016-08-13T18:37:37","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23586"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:37:37","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:37:37","slug":"poem-10-an-ode-to-yellow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-10-an-ode-to-yellow\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 10: An Ode to Yellow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You varnish the skies.<br \/>\nYour incandescent arms<br \/>\nEmbrace dark rooms,<br \/>\nMake them blush<br \/>\nIn the slow burn of<br \/>\nyour flickering kisses.<\/p>\n<p>When summer\u2019s green<br \/>\ngrows tired and bored,<br \/>\nYou crisp along its edges,<br \/>\nCrackling with something like laughter.<br \/>\nYou pull the sun into bed at night<br \/>\nAnd tug it back into the morning sky.<\/p>\n<p>As a child, my younger sister\u2019s hair<br \/>\nGleamed pale yellow,<br \/>\nA shiny brass coin rubbed matte.<br \/>\nI dressed her in yellow<br \/>\nAnd called her my daffodil.<\/p>\n<p>Fat bumblebees, weighted by<br \/>\nBeauty and importance,<br \/>\nBounce through the air.<br \/>\nThey wear natural crowns<br \/>\nAnd make love to<br \/>\nGolden blossoms.<\/p>\n<p>You coat the curves<br \/>\nOf trumpets, trombones,<br \/>\nAnd sultry saxophones.<br \/>\nThey bleat round notes of rapture<br \/>\nAnd praise.<\/p>\n<p>If you melted<br \/>\nAnd spread me about,<br \/>\nSmearing me to the edges,<br \/>\nI would flow like butter and<br \/>\nTaste like sunshine.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-23632\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/brass-primary-300x202.png\" alt=\"brass-primary\" width=\"300\" height=\"202\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/brass-primary-300x202.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/brass-primary.png 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You varnish the skies. Your incandescent arms Embrace dark rooms, Make them blush In the slow burn of your flickering kisses. When summer\u2019s green grows tired and bored, You crisp along its edges, Crackling with something like laughter. You pull the sun into bed at&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":697,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23586","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\/697"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23586"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23586\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23640,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23586\/revisions\/23640"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}