{"id":35944,"date":"2017-08-05T16:18:30","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:18:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35944"},"modified":"2017-08-05T16:18:30","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:18:30","slug":"volta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/volta\/","title":{"rendered":"Volta*"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We looked so carefree and happy, and<br \/>\nNo one was allowed to know that we were not.<br \/>\nWe maintained the requisite image &#8212; laughing and waving.<br \/>\nNo one saved us from the black waters underneath; but<br \/>\nWe saved ourselves. And we are no longer drowning.<\/p>\n<p>A Golden Shovel poem, based on the line \u201cand not waving but drowning\u201d from the Stevie Smith poem, \u201cNot Waving But Drowning\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>*Volta &#8212; the turn at the end of the poem that marks a dramatic shift in tone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We looked so carefree and happy, and No one was allowed to know that we were not. We maintained the requisite image &#8212; laughing and waving. No one saved us from the black waters underneath; but We saved ourselves. And we are no longer drowning&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":971,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35944","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35944","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\/971"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35944"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35944\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35959,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35944\/revisions\/35959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35944"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35944"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35944"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}