{"id":56880,"date":"2019-06-23T05:56:52","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:56:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56880"},"modified":"2019-06-23T05:56:52","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T09:56:52","slug":"mermaids-are-my-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/mermaids-are-my-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Mermaids are my friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The first paragraph comes from <span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">T.S. Eliot&#8217;s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock<br \/>\n<\/span><em>We have lingered in the chambers of the sea<span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><br \/>\n<\/span>By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Tell human voices wake us, and we drown.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The sea is my comfort of present and past<br \/>\nthe sea creatures, the mermaids come sing to me at last<\/p>\n<p>The tell tales of old fisherman<br \/>\ntell tales of lost sons<br \/>\ntrying not to fall in love because humans are forbidden<br \/>\nforever out of reach why can&#8217;t they learn this<br \/>\nwhat secrets they keep<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The first paragraph comes from T.S. Eliot&#8217;s Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Tell human voices wake us, and we drown. The sea is my comfort of present&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1209,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56880","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\/1209"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56880"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56926,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56880\/revisions\/56926"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}