{"id":39283,"date":"2017-08-05T22:17:48","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:17:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39283"},"modified":"2017-08-05T22:17:48","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:17:48","slug":"firefly-children","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/firefly-children\/","title":{"rendered":"Firefly Children"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">As evening turns to night,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">the fireflies come out to play,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">as do children, their mason jars in hand.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">But in my distopian world,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">firefly-hunting kids are a mystery,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">because it&#8217;s the children that glow in Steampunkland.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-39407 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0612-300x154.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"154\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0612-300x154.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0612-768x395.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0612-1024x526.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_0612.jpg 1242w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>(Prompt: Choose 5 words.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As evening turns to night, the fireflies come out to play, as do children, their mason jars in hand. &nbsp; But in my distopian world, firefly-hunting kids are a mystery, because it&#8217;s the children that glow in Steampunkland. (Prompt: Choose 5 words.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":948,"featured_media":39407,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1231,407,2553,2554,1628,2552],"class_list":["post-39283","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-children","tag-evening","tag-jar","tag-mystery","tag-prompt","tag-steam"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39283","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\/948"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39283"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39283\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39417,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39283\/revisions\/39417"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/39407"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39283"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39283"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39283"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}