{"id":47716,"date":"2019-06-22T11:56:28","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:56:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47716"},"modified":"2019-07-02T07:56:38","modified_gmt":"2019-07-02T11:56:38","slug":"prompt-3-familiarity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-3-familiarity\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #3 Familiarity"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre style=\"text-align: center\"><em><strong>My footsteps weigh heavy<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>upon the timber floorboards\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>of this ancient house.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>It gets really quiet at night,<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>the silence screams in my ear.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Echoes remanent... haunting in the distance.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Emptiness feels heavy and dark.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Full of regrets and dense with secrets.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>Sometimes it is silence that keeps me up at night.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>My senses -heightened<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Alerted- fearsome<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>I never like the night<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>cause it pierces my eyes,<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>The darkness seems scary<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Like an endless gaping hole of abyss<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>prying open and starring back\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Penetrating and peeling\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>my layers of fear\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>just for fun.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>The cold gets under my skin<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>it bites my bones.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Sends shivers down my spine.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>My body is in search of heat <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>to compensate for the chill in the air.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>I breathe heavy, water vaporizes into ice <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>and clouds seem float out.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>A waft of familiarity hangs heavy\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>The fragrance of Fried onions, turmeric, <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>paprika, garlic and ginger paste<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>lingering on... from the evening cooking.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>It's my mother's food.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>I tried her recipe of lentil and spinach curry\u00a0 <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>and it turned out delicious.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>It tasted like home.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>It soothes my nerves.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>It gives me peace.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>Tonight I sleep with a full belly<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>knowing that I am much closer to home<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>in my heart and in my stomach.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n\r\n<em><strong>-Janice Raquela Mendonca\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n<figure id=\"attachment_48239\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-48239\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-48239\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357-768x511.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357-1024x681.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357-480x320.jpg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1467049415107-9d1afc69d357.jpg 1352w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-48239\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">image Glen Carstens Peter<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My footsteps weigh heavy upon the timber floorboards\u00a0 of this ancient house. It gets really quiet at night, the silence screams in my ear. Echoes remanent&#8230; haunting in the distance. Emptiness feels heavy and dark. Full of regrets and dense with secrets. Sometimes it is&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47716","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\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47716"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59023,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47716\/revisions\/59023"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}