{"id":38498,"date":"2017-08-05T21:03:36","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T01:03:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=38498"},"modified":"2020-06-26T20:36:12","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T00:36:12","slug":"amusing-my-muse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/amusing-my-muse\/","title":{"rendered":"Amusing My Muse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-38935\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Peggy-Jean-285x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"285\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Peggy-Jean-285x300.jpg 285w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Peggy-Jean.jpg 608w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 285px) 100vw, 285px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>She sits across from me with<br \/>\ntousled brown hair,<br \/>\ncalico dress, and<br \/>\nrosy cheeks fair,<br \/>\npainted eyes,<br \/>\nand turned up nose,<br \/>\nno shoes or paint,<br \/>\nupon her toes.<br \/>\nLace petticoat<br \/>\nhelps cover her legs.<br \/>\nArms stretched out,<br \/>\na hug she begs.<br \/>\nShe must be mute;<br \/>\nShe does not hear.<br \/>\nWe communicate with telepathy,<br \/>\nmy charming muse and me.<br \/>\nWords, unspoken,<br \/>\ncome streaming through.<br \/>\nPhrases old and<br \/>\nsentences new;<br \/>\na thousand things<br \/>\nI feel her say.<br \/>\nYet unnamed, even to<br \/>\nthis day.<br \/>\nPerhaps the time<br \/>\nhas arrived for<br \/>\ngiving my muse<br \/>\na proper handle,<br \/>\nPerchance she\u2019ll<br \/>\nknow I love her more<br \/>\nthan ever I loved<br \/>\nmy muse before.<br \/>\nShe\u2019s up in years, that<br \/>\nBrings me to tears,<br \/>\nWhen I think of<br \/>\nthe love that made her.<br \/>\nI think I\u2019ll call her&#8230;<br \/>\n&#8216;Peggy Jean&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 2017 Kathleen J Kidder<br \/>\n8\/5\/2017 Hour Twelve &#8211; Half Marathon<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She sits across from me with tousled brown hair, calico dress, and rosy cheeks fair, painted eyes, and turned up nose, no shoes or paint, upon her toes. Lace petticoat helps cover her legs. Arms stretched out, a hug she begs. She must be mute;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":880,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[146,324],"class_list":["post-38498","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-love-inspiration","tag-muse"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38498","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\/880"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38498"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38498\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44286,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38498\/revisions\/44286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}