{"id":39187,"date":"2017-08-05T21:51:39","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T01:51:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39187"},"modified":"2017-08-05T21:51:39","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T01:51:39","slug":"hour-13-changing-places","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-13-changing-places\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 13: Changing Places"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><code><\/p>\n<p>My poem this hour hasn't really got beyond the rough sketching of ideas. I want to feature a world in which ghosts and humans swap places, with very few of the former ghosts believing in the human ghosts, except for one or two who cannot convince the other former ghosts that there are human-ghosts. I like the idea of this twist, but it will need quite a bit of work after the marathon to make it stand up. The TV program mentioned, Corrie, is Coronation Street, set in the UK city of Manchester, home of the soccer teams. It's been a weekly show on British TV for years and years.<\/p>\n<h1>Changing Places<\/h1>\n<p>I walked through the door<br \/>\nmore accurately floated<br \/>\nlike a bad odor<\/p>\n<p>I recognise the lady sitting in the reclining chair,<br \/>\nfrom photos in the purple album,<br \/> <br \/>\nkept in the cupboard under the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>it's Aunt Agatha,<br \/>\ngreat great great aunt Agatha,<br \/>\nfeet up in front of Corrie<\/p>\n<p>Drifting in through the fireplace<br \/>\nAlex spies Agatha,<br \/>\n\u201cHey dad, is this cool or what! Who on earth's that?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201chave you put the water<br \/>\non for my bath, Maud dearest?<br \/>\n\u201cI can't find a tin bath.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My poem this hour hasn&#8217;t really got beyond the rough sketching of ideas. I want to feature a world in which ghosts and humans swap places, with very few of the former ghosts believing in the human ghosts, except for one or two who cannot&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":964,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39187","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39187","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\/964"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39187"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39187\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39198,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39187\/revisions\/39198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39187"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39187"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39187"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}