{"id":38284,"date":"2017-08-05T20:27:28","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T00:27:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=38284"},"modified":"2017-08-05T20:27:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T00:27:28","slug":"wings-hour-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/wings-hour-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Wings (Hour 8)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>WINGS<\/p>\n<p>I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees.<br \/>\nI envy all creatures born with the gift of flight.<br \/>\nI achingly long to have wings of my own.<br \/>\nFeathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white.<br \/>\nWings as beautiful and fierce as the Fae of folklore.<\/p>\n<p>Wings that let me fly passed the clouds, towards the moon,<br \/>\nmy wingspan shimmering across the onyx sky, a magical streak of light.<br \/>\nIf only I could fly above all the mire and muck of life, all of the pain,<br \/>\nabove the past and the present, then every what-if would fall away.<br \/>\nWhere the wind blows so hard that it dries the tears within,<br \/>\nbefore I could shed a single one,\u00a0and only elation could be felt.<\/p>\n<p>To feel those wings expand and retract underneath my skin, a part of my scapulas, my spine, what ecstasy that would be.<br \/>\nTo feel the freedom of sheer flight,<br \/>\nof weightlessness with no burdens pulling me back to earth,<br \/>\nwhat a gift that would be.<\/p>\n<p>If God had created us with wings, I&#8217;d be the first to take flight<br \/>\nand the very last to ever land.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Saskia Lynge \/ Hour 8<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":812,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,1],"tags":[2515,2514,2512,2513,2309,2223,2516,2511,1089,1614,1771,2116],"class_list":["post-38284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-uncategorized","tag-butterflies","tag-eagles","tag-flight","tag-flying","tag-hour8","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017","tag-ravens","tag-wings","tag-dreaming","tag-fantasy","tag-free","tag-poetrymarathon2017"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38284","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\/812"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38284"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38284\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38530,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38284\/revisions\/38530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}