{"id":37860,"date":"2017-08-05T19:48:34","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:48:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37860"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:48:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:48:34","slug":"in-the-shadow-of-the-jig-hour-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/in-the-shadow-of-the-jig-hour-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Shadow of the Jig &#8211; Hour Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A hand on the small of my back<\/p>\n<p>A handsome lover gone off track<\/p>\n<p>And what he had yet to understand<\/p>\n<p>Was that all the while through the smallest crack<\/p>\n<p>His heartbroken love waited to attack.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>One night too many left alone,<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;d donned her cloak and left the home<\/p>\n<p>Crept along by the brimey foam<\/p>\n<p>Getting herself battered and blown<\/p>\n<p>Down to the inn that she&#8217;d been shown.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>His hand fell away from the place it had found,<\/p>\n<p>As the handsome lover hit the ground,<\/p>\n<p>Confused I had spun around,<\/p>\n<p>My coy smiles turned to frowns<\/p>\n<p>As without a single\u00a0sound<\/p>\n<p>His heartbroken love had served to confound.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It had all happened in the shadow of the jig,<\/p>\n<p>She&#8217;d acted mean and smooth and quick<\/p>\n<p>Oh, for it had taken grit<\/p>\n<p>To end this heart-wrenching conflict<\/p>\n<p>With a slice in the stomach, right to the pit.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now never let it be said<\/p>\n<p>That no tears were shed<\/p>\n<p>When suddenly he bled<\/p>\n<p>But not from his lover as she fled<\/p>\n<p>Right back home to their marital bed<\/p>\n<p>Still stained by the deed &#8211; bright and red.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A hand on the small of my back A handsome lover gone off track And what he had yet to understand Was that all the while through the smallest crack His heartbroken love waited to attack. &nbsp; One night too many left alone, She&#8217;d donned&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37860","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37860","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\/252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37860"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37860\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38128,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37860\/revisions\/38128"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}