{"id":37884,"date":"2017-08-05T19:27:20","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:27:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37884"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:29:25","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:29:25","slug":"reeling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/reeling\/","title":{"rendered":"reeling"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>reeling<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>He would play like that, too \u2013<\/p>\n<p>my mother\u2019s father\u2019s fingers flying over strings \u2013<\/p>\n<p>foot stomping as to make whiskey glasses jump off the table.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mom would dance, she said,<\/p>\n<p>dance to the flying fingers, fleeing days<\/p>\n<p>of whatever the Salvation Army shared with them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Don Messer, too, set me reeling \u2013<\/p>\n<p>dancing feet to flying fingers freeing me<\/p>\n<p>to twists and twirls<\/p>\n<p>when the floor met me in my dizzy dance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s the sound of the Metis \u2013<\/p>\n<p>the forgotten people;<\/p>\n<p>so forgotten even mom doesn\u2019t remember the jig in her blood<\/p>\n<p>and the flying fingers fraying bows<\/p>\n<p>on necks too strong to snap.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The jig in my heart jumps lightly now<\/p>\n<p>finding flying feet<\/p>\n<p>out of ash and concrete<\/p>\n<p>so my soul can be free to reel<\/p>\n<p>and meet the floor with my dizzy dance<\/p>\n<p>R. L. Elke<\/p>\n<p>(C)Aug 5\/17 prompt 11<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>reeling \u00a0 He would play like that, too \u2013 my mother\u2019s father\u2019s fingers flying over strings \u2013 foot stomping as to make whiskey glasses jump off the table. &nbsp; Mom would dance, she said, dance to the flying fingers, fleeing days of whatever the Salvation&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37884","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37884","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\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37884"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37884\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37917,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37884\/revisions\/37917"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37884"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37884"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}