{"id":65585,"date":"2020-06-27T13:32:13","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:32:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65585"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:32:13","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:32:13","slug":"hour-5-heartwood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-5-heartwood\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5 heartwood"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65588\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-300x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-300x200.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-480x320.png 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56.png 668w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>hour 5<\/p>\n<p>heartwood<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>heartwood spirals in the centre of my tree relations<\/p>\n<p>through drought<\/p>\n<p>devastation<\/p>\n<p>and diaspora<\/p>\n<p>unlike my heart would in isolation<\/p>\n<p>from this long-lost heartwood<\/p>\n<p>carved into me like scarring rituals<\/p>\n<p>with ash from fires where hearts would glow<\/p>\n<p>from the sacrifice of one being for another.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my heart would be better \u2013<\/p>\n<p>is better \u2013<\/p>\n<p>in those sacred spaces where hearts are made in groves<\/p>\n<p>where cedar<\/p>\n<p>or maple<\/p>\n<p>or birch<\/p>\n<p>hold my heart like my Mother would.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my teachers tell me:<\/p>\n<p>the medicine is not far from the illness \u2013<\/p>\n<p>maybe our hearts would hear this healing,<\/p>\n<p>if we reach to the heartwood.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 r. l. elke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>hour 5 heartwood &nbsp; heartwood spirals in the centre of my tree relations through drought devastation and diaspora unlike my heart would in isolation from this long-lost heartwood carved into me like scarring rituals with ash from fires where hearts would glow from the sacrifice&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65585","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\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65585"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":125052,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65585\/revisions\/125052"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}