{"id":42208,"date":"2017-08-06T06:23:37","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:23:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42208"},"modified":"2017-08-06T06:23:37","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T10:23:37","slug":"waiting-in-a-painting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/waiting-in-a-painting\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting in a Painting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Kind of drab, the color of the wall.<br \/>\nThe woman with the updo looks off<br \/>\nin the distance to her left, unsmiling.<br \/>\nShe\u2019s probably wondering why<br \/>\nthe bouquet hasn\u2019t been brought<br \/>\nto the table yet. She must be an early<br \/>\nbird. There\u2019s no tablecloth, no candles.<br \/>\nNot even a doily. Just a strong white<br \/>\nwoman in a long black dress standing<br \/>\nbeside the unadorned table. <\/p>\n<p>Or perhaps the woman waits,<br \/>\nimpatient for someone to bring<br \/>\nthe jewels she intended to wear.<br \/>\nThe pearls for her neck and ears.<br \/>\nWhere are they, and what of her shoes?<br \/>\nOh, dear. This is turning tragic<br \/>\nbefore our eyes. Those uncomfortable<br \/>\nstraps. The dreary wall!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kind of drab, the color of the wall. The woman with the updo looks off in the distance to her left, unsmiling. She\u2019s probably wondering why the bouquet hasn\u2019t been brought to the table yet. She must be an early bird. There\u2019s no tablecloth, no&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":972,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42208","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\/972"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42208"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42216,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42208\/revisions\/42216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}