{"id":4228,"date":"2014-08-24T05:33:27","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T09:33:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=4228"},"modified":"2014-08-24T05:33:27","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T09:33:27","slug":"nyads-tears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/nyads-tears\/","title":{"rendered":"Nyad&#8217;s Tears"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The lady in blue<br \/>\nHer dress draped around her<br \/>\nMingling with the ripples<br \/>\nIn the water of her pool<br \/>\nLined with rocks<br \/>\nSoftened and<br \/>\nCovered in shag carpets<br \/>\nOf green and olive moss <\/p>\n<p>The lady laughs<br \/>\nHer laughter echoes<br \/>\nEven dampened by the leaves<br \/>\nOf the slender birch nymphs<br \/>\nHer hero approaches<\/p>\n<p>Strong and sure<br \/>\nProud, impudent and kind<br \/>\nHis eyes are the blue<br \/>\nOf her garments<br \/>\nShe opens her arms<br \/>\nAnd he forces aside the waters<br \/>\nThat drain off his thighs<br \/>\nIn heavy green rivers <\/p>\n<p>The skies are heavy<br \/>\nWith pregnant red clouds<br \/>\nAnd he lifts her up<br \/>\nA shrieking, laughing<br \/>\nLady Nyad in love<\/p>\n<p>The heavy laden clouds<br \/>\nMurmur with thunder<br \/>\nBlue leaves the red<br \/>\nA bolt of lightning<br \/>\nFrom straight above<\/p>\n<p>The bolt fills them<br \/>\nTheir love protects them<br \/>\nAs long as she remains young<br \/>\nAnd he stays strong<br \/>\nNothing can touch them<\/p>\n<p>How can he ever fill<br \/>\nThe hole his dryad left?<\/p>\n<p>No mortal woman<br \/>\nCould bring the lightning<br \/>\nDown on him<br \/>\nAnd he will always crave it<br \/>\nHe left her without knowing<br \/>\nThat the love that<br \/>\nShe brought him<br \/>\nWas rare only to her<br \/>\nToo late to realize<br \/>\nWhen she aged<br \/>\nIt wasn&#8217;t to deceive him<\/p>\n<p>Then She had drank all her pool<br \/>\nAnd the waters destroyed her<br \/>\nShe was Laid to rest in<br \/>\nAn unmarked grave<br \/>\nMisunderstood and reviled<br \/>\nHer beauty inside her<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The lady in blue Her dress draped around her Mingling with the ripples In the water of her pool Lined with rocks Softened and Covered in shag carpets Of green and olive moss The lady laughs Her laughter echoes Even dampened by the leaves Of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[193,31,242,53,243,52],"class_list":["post-4228","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-193","tag-love","tag-nymphs","tag-starklight-press","tag-tragic","tag-virginia-carraway-stark"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228","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\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4228"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4229,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4228\/revisions\/4229"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4228"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4228"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}