{"id":56476,"date":"2019-06-23T04:44:33","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T08:44:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56476"},"modified":"2019-06-23T04:44:33","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T08:44:33","slug":"hour-20-mermaids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-20-mermaids\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 20 &#8211; Mermaids"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4>Mermaids<\/h4>\n<h5>From the line by T. S. Elliot in <em>The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock<\/em><\/h5>\n<p><em>I do not think that they will sing to me,<\/em><br \/>\nthese creatures of desire and love.<br \/>\nSongs of the deep are meant for other ears<br \/>\nin other lands, or in times gone by.<br \/>\nThough, and here\u2019s the vexation,<br \/>\nI still wish to hear the melody, old as I am.<br \/>\nAnd so, I walk the beaches<br \/>\nat the turning of the day<br \/>\nwhen misty spray makes distant rocks unclear.<br \/>\nI fancy I see the flip of a tail,<br \/>\nthe long hair shining on fish\u2019s scales,<br \/>\nthe outline of an upturned breast.<br \/>\nAnd, listening hard, I seek to tease out notes<br \/>\nfrom the washing of the waves on shore.<br \/>\nBut, no. There is no song there.<br \/>\nJust a silly old man in rolled trousers,<br \/>\nalone, always alone, on the sand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mermaids From the line by T. S. Elliot in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock I do not think that they will sing to me, these creatures of desire and love. Songs of the deep are meant for other ears in other lands, or&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1047,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56476","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\/1047"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56476"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56490,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56476\/revisions\/56490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}