{"id":24043,"date":"2016-08-13T19:30:11","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:30:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24043"},"modified":"2016-08-13T19:30:11","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:30:11","slug":"prompt-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Colonist<\/p>\n<p>When I volunteered,<br \/>\nlittle did I realize<br \/>\nhow much I would lose,<br \/>\nthat my womb would grow sterile,<br \/>\nthat my heart would grow lonely.<\/p>\n<p>Adventure called me,<br \/>\nmy footprint in rust-red soil,<br \/>\na new way of life<br \/>\naway from the blue and white<br \/>\nof my mothering planet.<\/p>\n<p>But now I wander<br \/>\nfurther from the colony&#8230;<br \/>\nI cannot find home<br \/>\nupon Mars, within myself,<br \/>\nor among the silent stars.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9Ardelle Hollis Ray<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Colonist When I volunteered, little did I realize how much I would lose, that my womb would grow sterile, that my heart would grow lonely. Adventure called me, my footprint in rust-red soil, a new way of life away from the blue and white of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":221,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24043","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\/221"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24043"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24098,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24043\/revisions\/24098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}