{"id":25287,"date":"2016-08-13T21:51:28","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:51:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=25287"},"modified":"2016-08-13T21:52:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:52:02","slug":"searching-for-dorothy-arnold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/searching-for-dorothy-arnold\/","title":{"rendered":"Searching for Dorothy Arnold (Hour Thirteen)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Has anyone seen Dorothy?<\/span><\/p>\n

Anyone at all?<\/span><\/p>\n

She stood a height of five foot one to five foot four inches tall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes were grey or blue, her hair a dark, dark brown.<\/span><\/p>\n

She was last seen all dressed in blue in old Manhattan Town.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She’d been writing and sending out manuscripts,<\/span><\/p>\n

She’d been meeting her love in secret,<\/span><\/p>\n

She wished to move out and be independent,<\/span><\/p>\n

But Daddy wouldn’t hear of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Has anyone seen Dorothy?<\/span><\/p>\n

She came from a gilded life,<\/span><\/p>\n

But perhaps her soul, a writer’s soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

Only knew the internal strife.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

She was twenty-five years old<\/span><\/p>\n

On December 12, 1910,<\/span><\/p>\n

So all hope is truly lost<\/span><\/p>\n

Of seeing her alive again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Perhaps a lapis earring<\/span><\/p>\n

Will be found under floorboards one day<\/span><\/p>\n

But will anyone know it was Dorothy’s?<\/span><\/p>\n

Is anyone left to say?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Dorothy never came home for Christmas,<\/span><\/p>\n

Nor Easter in the spring,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dorothy never came home at anytime,<\/span><\/p>\n

And that’s the saddest thing.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Has anyone seen Dorothy? Anyone at all? She stood a height of five foot one to five foot four inches tall. Her eyes were grey or blue, her hair a dark, dark brown. She was last seen all dressed in blue in old Manhattan Town….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":45,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25287","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25287","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\/45"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25287"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25287\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25307,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25287\/revisions\/25307"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25287"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25287"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25287"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}