{"id":29489,"date":"2016-08-16T15:16:18","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T19:16:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=29489"},"modified":"2016-08-16T15:16:18","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T19:16:18","slug":"hour-20-looking-through-the-glass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-20-looking-through-the-glass\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 20 &#8211; Looking Through The Glass"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"yeotocJp6S\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-twenty-3\">Prompt for Hour Twenty<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;Prompt for Hour Twenty&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-twenty-3\/embed#?secret=osrVops1ul#?secret=yeotocJp6S\" data-secret=\"yeotocJp6S\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>On the train of needs<br \/>\nAlice woke up in an elf suit<br \/>\nThey were passing through the forest of no trees<br \/>\nAbout to reach the Zone<\/p>\n<p>An unnaturally bright moon cast strange shadows<br \/>\nWraiths from recent dreams<\/p>\n<p>Alice looked around<br \/>\nHer co-passenger, a pretty red fox<br \/>\nA box of daddy issues<br \/>\nA watch, the face reversed<\/p>\n<p>A tar-covered polar bear violently ambled past<br \/>\nReading a newspaper, muttering to himself<\/p>\n<p>Alice looked outside her window<br \/>\nIn the Zone, we\u2019ll all be alone, she thought<br \/>\nNo camps on the way, no stops between<br \/>\nNo roads leading nowhere<\/p>\n<p>A bright moon casts strange shadows<br \/>\nWraiths from dreams past<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Twenty On the train of needs Alice woke up in an elf suit They were passing through the forest of no trees About to reach the Zone An unnaturally bright moon cast strange shadows Wraiths from recent dreams Alice looked around Her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29489","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\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29489"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29490,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29489\/revisions\/29490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}