{"id":52451,"date":"2019-06-22T18:48:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:48:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52451"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:48:46","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:48:46","slug":"hour-10-kindling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-10-kindling\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10 &#8211; Kindling"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">While everyone was sleeping<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We sat by the June bonfire<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Scaring off the darkness<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And watched it play out <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a scene of elephants marching <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And a queen perched high<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wooing her loyal subjects<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In the campground<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So manicured we couldn\u2019t even find<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A stick for kindling<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the fire died down<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We crept away <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Through a tunnel of fog and fir<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Leaning into the night<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The birds on the lake hushed as we passed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">On the way to the dock<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where we sat kicking our feet in<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Midnight water<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where you asked me what the lake said<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You stopped walking<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To pull down a moonbeam<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To light my face<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Damn. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>While everyone was sleeping We sat by the June bonfire Scaring off the darkness And watched it play out a scene of elephants marching And a queen perched high Wooing her loyal subjects &nbsp; In the campground So manicured we couldn\u2019t even find A stick&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1292,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52451","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52451","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\/1292"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52451"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52451\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52473,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52451\/revisions\/52473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52451"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52451"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52451"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}