{"id":24716,"date":"2016-08-13T20:45:40","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:45:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24716"},"modified":"2016-08-16T12:48:26","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T16:48:26","slug":"prompt-hour-twelve-eight-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-hour-twelve-eight-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Hour Twelve&#8211;eight words"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-24728\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/I-Been-Downhearted-Babe-300x161.jpg\" alt=\"I Been Downhearted, Babe\" width=\"300\" height=\"161\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/I-Been-Downhearted-Babe-300x161.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/I-Been-Downhearted-Babe-768x412.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/I-Been-Downhearted-Babe.jpg 972w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve Been Downhearted, Babe<\/p>\n<p>Blues moves my soul like no other sound,<br \/>\na feeling so low, so soulfully crooned,<br \/>\nwill\u00a0lift me back up\u00a0into the profound.<\/p>\n<p>The laced canopy in the light of the moon<br \/>\nof soaring sycamore trees\u00a0stitched the night<br \/>\nsky\u00a0into mystery, and for a moment I found<br \/>\npeace\u00a0until I gazed back down, fright<br \/>\npiercing\u00a0my breastbone, watching the crowd,<br \/>\nand\u00a0saw the back of my lover verge<br \/>\ninto the swaying and\u00a0moaning\u00a0of Bluesfest 1989,<br \/>\nhis lean, spare body skirting\u00a0the lake&#8217;s edge,<br \/>\nmorning glory vines crushed\u00a0underfoot, as he guided<br \/>\nanother girl by the hand to our jeep<br \/>\nand down into the blues I leaped.<\/p>\n<p>Tracy Plath<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve Been Downhearted, Babe Blues moves my soul like no other sound, a feeling so low, so soulfully crooned, will\u00a0lift me back up\u00a0into the profound. The laced canopy in the light of the moon of soaring sycamore trees\u00a0stitched the night sky\u00a0into mystery, and for 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-24716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24716","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=24716"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29460,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24716\/revisions\/29460"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}