{"id":24087,"date":"2016-08-13T20:23:30","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:23:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24087"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:23:30","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:23:30","slug":"haibun-heavens-gate-prompt-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/haibun-heavens-gate-prompt-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Haibun &#8211; Heaven&#8217;s Gate (Prompt 6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Heaven&#8217;s Gate<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>These things sometimes happen. The words were cold, impersonal. \u00a0Intended to be comfort? Condolence? It didn&#8217;t matter. The sound was little more than the haunting incantation of a grim reaper draped in a white lab coat, Death with a professional bedside manner. \u00a0The teenaged girl was beside her, reaching for the woman&#8217;s arm even before she began to fall, a role reversal of the scene they&#8217;d undoubtedly played out countless times throughout her young lifetime. The woman wailed into the younger&#8217;s arm, clutching her as though she too might slide into Death&#8217;s pockets, a bonus soul to add to his bounties tonight. The young woman&#8211;presumably the daughter&#8211;was stone, her face to her arms, the rock that her mother needed. I looked away, guilty because I couldn&#8217;t grieve with them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angels, observers<\/p>\n<p>Ghosts float in and out of rooms<\/p>\n<p>Lost souls or envoys<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heaven&#8217;s Gate These things sometimes happen. The words were cold, impersonal. \u00a0Intended to be comfort? Condolence? It didn&#8217;t matter. The sound was little more than the haunting incantation of a grim reaper draped in a white lab coat, Death with a professional bedside manner. \u00a0The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":902,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24087","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24087","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\/902"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24087"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24087\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24560,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24087\/revisions\/24560"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24087"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24087"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24087"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}