{"id":66353,"date":"2020-06-27T14:24:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:24:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66353"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:24:55","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:24:55","slug":"2020-poem-6-prompt-6-write-your-perfect-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/2020-poem-6-prompt-6-write-your-perfect-day\/","title":{"rendered":"2020, poem 6, prompt 6 \u2013 write your perfect day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A perfect day<\/p>\n<p>Seeing a hare in a dew<br \/>\njewelled field. The smell of scones,<br \/>\ngold dripping over their crispy edges<br \/>\nonto a gilt-edged saucer<br \/>\nand hot tea in a gilt-rimmed cup.<br \/>\nContentment from filling a page<br \/>\nwith sensory images. The silence<br \/>\nof the hovering hawk. A hot poker<br \/>\nsunset and a turf fire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A perfect day Seeing a hare in a dew jewelled field. The smell of scones, gold dripping over their crispy edges onto a gilt-edged saucer and hot tea in a gilt-rimmed cup. Contentment from filling a page with sensory images. The silence of the hovering&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1368,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66353","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66353","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\/1368"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66353"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66353\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66365,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66353\/revisions\/66365"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}