{"id":46636,"date":"2019-06-22T09:39:53","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T13:39:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=46636"},"modified":"2019-06-22T10:01:42","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:01:42","slug":"persephone-hour-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/persephone-hour-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Persephone (hour 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Persephone whispered to the flowers, \u201cI am lonely.\u201d<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How quickly a plea becomes a confession of guilt.<br \/>\n<\/span>Surrounded by sun, friends, and mother. Looked after by<br \/>\nA far away father.<br \/>\nYet, she sits-<br \/>\nPining for more.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Persephone clenched Hades\u2019 freshly pressed dress shirt-<br \/>\n<\/span>leaving little crinkles from her sweaty palms.<br \/>\n\u201cI am so afraid,\u201d she called over the roar and swirl of their godly speed.<br \/>\n\u201cOf what,\u201d he grinned, peering over his shoulder.<br \/>\nThe Goddess of Spring, immortally younger than<br \/>\nthe centuries of experience that surrounded her all the time,<br \/>\nwasn\u2019t sure how to tell this man, this handsome, wild, incorrigible man<br \/>\nthat she was afraid of, \u201ceverything.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Pomegranate seeds pop like silent firecrackers<br \/>\n<\/span>Juicy, blood dripping everywhere.<br \/>\nThey stain your tongue, your dress, your soul-<br \/>\nBut only if you eat enough.<br \/>\nPersephone\u2019s belly tingled with each seed she swallowed.<br \/>\nAfter the sixth seed, she shyly met Hades\u2019 eyes.<br \/>\nFace flushed and pink, she revealed, \u201cI am still hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Little Goddess of Spring,<br \/>\n<\/span>Goddess of the Innocent,<br \/>\nGoddess of backseat-makeout-sessions,<br \/>\nGoddess of living-in-your-mother\u2019s shadow,<br \/>\nGoddess of the lost,<br \/>\nGoddess of the Underworld,<br \/>\nYou said, \u201cI am sorry,\u201d to your mother,<br \/>\nbut from one little goddess to another,<br \/>\nI have to know,<br \/>\ndid you mean it?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Persephone filled the Underworld with flowers and rain.<br \/>\n<\/span>She filled Hades heart with love<br \/>\nShe soothed the Titans and calmed restless souls.<br \/>\nOne day she had convinced herself, \u201cI am nothing,\u201d<br \/>\nBut slowly she learned, in the world of the dead, \u201cI am alive.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Persephone whispered to the flowers, \u201cI am lonely.\u201d How quickly a plea becomes a confession of guilt. Surrounded by sun, friends, and mother. Looked after by A far away father. Yet, she sits- Pining for more. &nbsp; Persephone clenched Hades\u2019 freshly pressed dress shirt- leaving&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2810,2137,2811,2808,2809],"class_list":["post-46636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-hadesandpersephone","tag-hour1","tag-littlegoddess","tag-thesassycrayon","tag-theunderworld"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46636","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\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46636"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46636\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":46895,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46636\/revisions\/46895"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}