{"id":26884,"date":"2016-08-14T02:53:24","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T06:53:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26884"},"modified":"2016-08-20T15:26:44","modified_gmt":"2016-08-20T19:26:44","slug":"prompt-hour-eighteen-creature-from-prose-to-stanza","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/prompt-hour-eighteen-creature-from-prose-to-stanza\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Hour Eighteen&#8211;creature, from prose to stanza"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-26920\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Transplanted-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"Transplanted\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Transplanted-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Transplanted.jpg 540w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Transplanted<\/p>\n<p>The creature darted across midday&#8217;s blistering parking lot,<br \/>\nsheltering in the shade of one car, then another, as I watched<br \/>\nthrough the glass of a doctor&#8217;s office door in my new\u00a0home town, cool within.<\/p>\n<p>It was lean and low to the ground, with tufts of fur rakishly angled<br \/>\natop its erect ears, steel grey\u00a0from a quivering nose to the tip of a long,<br \/>\ngorgeously full tail, an animal never to be imagined in this nearly treeless\u00a0desert.<\/p>\n<p>Its unmistakable silhouette, though skinnier and of a different color,<br \/>\ntransported me in time and suddenly I&#8217;m homesick for green grass,<br \/>\nswaying walnut trees, and the evening rush of wind from an incoming storm.<\/p>\n<p>Another hotfooted padding across the parking lot\u00a0brought me back\u00a0from<br \/>\nsleek, red squirrels scurrying and chattering through Indiana trees, to this\u00a0pitiful,<br \/>\nflattened, grey cousin, straining to survive, a transplant\u00a0to this dusty western town.<\/p>\n<p>Tracy Plath<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Transplanted The creature darted across midday&#8217;s blistering parking lot, sheltering in the shade of one car, then another, as I watched through the glass of a doctor&#8217;s office door in my new\u00a0home town, cool within. It was lean and low to the ground, with tufts&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26884","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26884","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=26884"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26884\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29746,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26884\/revisions\/29746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26884"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26884"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}