{"id":52033,"date":"2019-06-22T18:21:03","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:21:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52033"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:21:03","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:21:03","slug":"prompt-13-h10-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-13-h10-words\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 13\/H10- Words"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"dt-archive-post-content\">\n<p>Damn, she cursed as moonbeams floated through the fog<br \/>\nThe coffee was cold again and she had none to blame but herself<br \/>\nShe cursed again, attracting the attention of a small brown dog<br \/>\nAs she hit her elbow unceremoniously upon the shelf<br \/>\nThe puppy started barking all excited to rush<br \/>\nBut the woman silenced it quickly with a swift hush<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>&#8220;I guess it&#8217;s okay since I won&#8217;t sleep&#8221;<\/div>\n<div>She continued down the stairs of the old wooden keep.<\/div>\n<div>&#8220;We can go down to the dock, past the Canteen,<\/div>\n<div>but you need to promise to be nice to the ducks.<\/div>\n<div>Don&#8217;t you dare be mean.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div>The puppy wagged its tail silently, padding behind<\/div>\n<div>Adventure it knew was the best way to unwind.<\/div>\n<div>And so they traveled on past the ol&#8217; Fir tree<\/div>\n<div>And even further past the home of Miss V.<\/div>\n<div>The little old lady who seemed ever so sweet<\/div>\n<div>and made cookies as sticky as glue or concrete.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Finally at the dock the puppy let out a small growl<\/div>\n<div>The growl grumbled and grew into a large howl<\/div>\n<div>It went wild for hours, yelling at who knows what<\/div>\n<div>The puppy was batty, it&#8217;s owner a nut.<\/div>\n<div>The woman joined in and together they ran<\/div>\n<div>From the dock back to the keep, over mud and soft sand.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Damn, she cursed as moonbeams floated through the fog The coffee was cold again and she had none to blame but herself She cursed again, attracting the attention of a small brown dog As she hit her elbow unceremoniously upon the shelf The puppy started&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52033","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\/52033","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\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52033"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52033\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52208,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52033\/revisions\/52208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}