{"id":40703,"date":"2017-08-06T01:54:26","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T05:54:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40703"},"modified":"2017-08-07T19:10:08","modified_gmt":"2017-08-07T23:10:08","slug":"the-royal-nightmare","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-royal-nightmare\/","title":{"rendered":"The Royal Nightmare"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My husband must be king!<br \/>\nAnd therein, I, his queen<br \/>\nShall rule with an iron fist<br \/>\nWhen he is gone.<\/p>\n<p>When his codfish belly,<br \/>\nBloated of ale and hemlock<br \/>\nFesters with worms in the peat,<br \/>\nI shall rule all.<\/p>\n<p>And none shall know the blood<br \/>\nOn these, my royal hands<br \/>\nWhen the house of Lady Macbeth<br \/>\nWears robe and crown.<\/p>\n<p>The blood, red, like paint it is,<br \/>\nThough I wash from the deepest well.<br \/>\nThis soap! This blistering soap!<br \/>\nI\u2019ll have her head!<\/p>\n<p>The maid who gave this blistering soap!<br \/>\nNot soap, but lies of lyes it is!<br \/>\nLies of lyes! And these hands!<br \/>\nMost royal hands<\/p>\n<p>Still stained with their blood, and now his,<br \/>\nMy most unbeloved husband.<br \/>\nYet stab him I did not<br \/>\nWith knife nor sword.<\/p>\n<p>Dirty hands stained evermore?<br \/>\nThen queenly gloves I\u2019ll keep.<br \/>\nWhat? These stained, tattered rags<br \/>\nAre not my gloves.<\/p>\n<p>Off with her head, I demand of no one there.<br \/>\nI am alone. No sound in the castle lurks.<br \/>\nIs that my husband there<br \/>\nMoaning shadow?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My husband must be king! And therein, I, his queen Shall rule with an iron fist When he is gone. When his codfish belly, Bloated of ale and hemlock Festers with worms in the peat, I shall rule all. And none shall know the blood&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40703","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40703"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43708,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40703\/revisions\/43708"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}