{"id":27713,"date":"2016-08-14T05:49:45","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T09:49:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27713"},"modified":"2016-08-14T05:49:45","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T09:49:45","slug":"companions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/companions\/","title":{"rendered":"Companions"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From the painting &#8216;Coalition&#8217; by Kevin Peterson.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The fox, leading from the front, nose twitching<\/p>\n<p>scenting the cold autumn air for danger,<\/p>\n<p>masked by fumes from distant traffic,<\/p>\n<p>his early afternoon shadow solid.<\/p>\n<p>His demeanour determined a purpose to this journey.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The young girl her blonde curls dance<\/p>\n<p>as she strides out beside the bear, her protector,<\/p>\n<p>bright red woollen jacket matching the goggle eyed hat with tassels,<\/p>\n<p>striped tights and black furry boots complete the image of happiness and warmth.<\/p>\n<p>Safe and secure with her companions.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The bear comfortable walking,<\/p>\n<p>padding softly across the harsh, flat, cold concrete of this man-made path.<\/p>\n<p>At the rear, confident of the foxes ability to lead, he guards his companions.<\/p>\n<p>His size is all they need to feel safe.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is a sharp taste of late autumn in the air.<\/p>\n<p>Their presence disturbs the small residents of this urban garden<\/p>\n<p>who scurry through fallen leaves that crackle and rustle.<\/p>\n<p>The cold white light strikes the defaced walls that jut into this poor excuse of nature.<\/p>\n<p>The garish graffiti , signed by past painters, hurts the eye and jars the senses a hardened, flat decaying surface.<\/p>\n<p>Untouched and unloved for an age, the artist&#8217;s monikers forgotten, they&#8217;ve moved on, grown up and left.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The companions, their warmth, determination and purpose pass through this grim scene untouched.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; From the painting &#8216;Coalition&#8217; by Kevin Peterson. &nbsp; The fox, leading from the front, nose twitching scenting the cold autumn air for danger, masked by fumes from distant traffic, his early afternoon shadow solid. His demeanour determined a purpose to this journey. &nbsp; The&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":862,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,5],"tags":[2025,1366,15],"class_list":["post-27713","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompts","tag-companions","tag-ekphrastic","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27713","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\/862"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27713"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27713\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27747,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27713\/revisions\/27747"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27713"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27713"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27713"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}