{"id":37630,"date":"2017-08-05T19:38:09","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:38:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37630"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:38:39","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:38:39","slug":"prompt-11-inspired-by-swallowtail-jig-j-r-m","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt-11-inspired-by-swallowtail-jig-j-r-m\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #11 (Inspired by Swallowtail Jig j.r.m\u00a9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>There she stood<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>in the middle of the maze.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The maze was the rhythm<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>on and on <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>it commanded<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>threatening to conquer<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>my feet surrendered.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Every other sound took to backstage<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>it was as if the violin took the center stage.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Frolicking in the grassy fields of\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Scottish air.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Running hands through the\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>dewy blades of grass.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>The rhythm curled up <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>my tongue smitten<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>to its charm<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>every chord rolled off <\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>so smoothly like butter&#8230;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>my dreams took to a different place.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>The rhythm is infectious\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>its ways are contagious<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>twisted monotonous\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>hypnotic beckoning of celebration<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>oh! you sound sweet.\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>My feet are barely catching up.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>-j.r.m\u00a9<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There she stood in the middle of the maze. The maze was the rhythm on and on it commanded threatening to conquer my feet surrendered. Every other sound took to backstage it was as if the violin took the center stage. Frolicking in the grassy&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37630","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\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37630"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37630\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38033,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37630\/revisions\/38033"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}