{"id":36402,"date":"2017-08-05T17:38:28","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:38:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36402"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:38:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:38:28","slug":"poem-9-the-spider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poem-9-the-spider\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 9- The Spider"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We watched her for days<\/p>\n<p>Clinging to the helium birthday balloon<\/p>\n<p>An intricate web spun<\/p>\n<p>from balloon to string<\/p>\n<p>She stayed in the middle<\/p>\n<p>Cast to her winds of fate<\/p>\n<p>A tornado from the ceiling fan<\/p>\n<p>Around and around<\/p>\n<p>No other spider<\/p>\n<p>Had her own carnival ride<\/p>\n<p>I was curious<\/p>\n<p>Was it enjoyable for her?<\/p>\n<p>Did she know she could climb down the string to get off?<\/p>\n<p>I wondered if she got nauseated or dizzy<\/p>\n<p>Did she feel overwhelmed, confused?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She was there for days,<\/p>\n<p>Spinning, swaying, swirling, dipping<\/p>\n<p>Dipping, swirling, swaying, spinning<\/p>\n<p>Her own distorted vision of a world gone mad<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She disappeared<\/p>\n<p>Had she got off at last?<\/p>\n<p>Had she spun her way to safety?<\/p>\n<p>Did she meet her spiderly demise<\/p>\n<p>After a lunch of delicious gnat or fly?<\/p>\n<p>I hoped for a happy ending<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Today a confession<\/p>\n<p>She had been murdered<\/p>\n<p>My weary husband<\/p>\n<p>He had grown tired wondering<\/p>\n<p>If the spider would land in his hair<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He either ended her misery or ended her joy<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her web is gone<\/p>\n<p>The balloon still sways,<\/p>\n<p>Dipping spinning swirling<\/p>\n<p>As if she were still there<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No other spider<\/p>\n<p>Dare take her place<\/p>\n<p>No other spider ever could<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We watched her for days Clinging to the helium birthday balloon An intricate web spun from balloon to string She stayed in the middle Cast to her winds of fate A tornado from the ceiling fan Around and around No other spider Had her own&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36402","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\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36402"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36853,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36402\/revisions\/36853"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}