{"id":2499,"date":"2014-08-23T16:32:08","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T20:32:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=2499"},"modified":"2014-08-23T16:32:08","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T20:32:08","slug":"new-take-on-an-old-classic-among-the-poppies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/new-take-on-an-old-classic-among-the-poppies\/","title":{"rendered":"New take on an old classic: among the poppies!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dorothy was not in Kansas anymore.<\/p>\n<p>A good witch with a twinkly wand, portly munchkins- trebles in their voices, a yellow brick road. A man made of straw, a man made of tin- both walking and talking but lacking vital organs! A scaredy lion, weeping aloud; A gleaming emerald city, a horse of many colours, a wizard-disillusionment! Wicked witch who melts in water, crystal ball, fainting spells, flying monkeys! Slippers made of rubies, and a spell for homecoming\u2026<\/p>\n<p>And she woke among the poppies- just not in Kansas! \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dorothy was not in Kansas anymore. A good witch with a twinkly wand, portly munchkins- trebles in their voices, a yellow brick road. A man made of straw, a man made of tin- both walking and talking but lacking vital organs! A scaredy lion, weeping&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":43,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2499","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\/43"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2499"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2502,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2499\/revisions\/2502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}