{"id":67036,"date":"2020-06-27T15:53:49","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:53:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67036"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:54:21","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:54:21","slug":"season-of-the-eclipses-prompt-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/season-of-the-eclipses-prompt-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Season of the Eclipses (Prompt 7)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A fortnight between lunar to solar,<\/p>\n<p>the moon leading the charge, ironically,<\/p>\n<p>since she, stoic, obedient, seemingly lifeless,<\/p>\n<p>bleeds light from her partner&#8217;s ebullience.<\/p>\n<p>Rarely do they two-step, lunar, solar, lunar,<\/p>\n<p>except for now, in this epic moment.<\/p>\n<p>Each semester, the six months&#8217; separation of moon<\/p>\n<p>to sun, lunar to solar, a new batch of eager students arrive,<\/p>\n<p>like mouth-bitten peaches and blood oranges, the<\/p>\n<p>sun, moon, and stars, embarrassed by the shady passing,<\/p>\n<p>imperfect spheres of silent angst, expressionless moons,<\/p>\n<p>and blistering gas balls of energetic suns,<\/p>\n<p>and sit in scruffy rows among creaking computer carousels.<\/p>\n<p>But today, as the moon leapfrogs the sun,<\/p>\n<p>sobering the gleeful optimism of a new beginning,<\/p>\n<p>anticipating the new school year, in the season of death,<\/p>\n<p>stars falling from the sky landing in my cyber classroom.<\/p>\n<p>This short summer of pandemic zooms, eclipse all<\/p>\n<p>the twenty years of semesters spent in dusty classrooms,<\/p>\n<p>pacing the moldy carpets in the institutional cement,<\/p>\n<p>encasing the recycled dreams<\/p>\n<p>and air<\/p>\n<p>of generations<\/p>\n<p>of what-if&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>and coughs<\/p>\n<p>and viruses,<\/p>\n<p>now casting<\/p>\n<p>blackness<\/p>\n<p>over us<\/p>\n<p>the cosmos<\/p>\n<p>we are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A fortnight between lunar to solar, the moon leading the charge, ironically, since she, stoic, obedient, seemingly lifeless, bleeds light from her partner&#8217;s ebullience. Rarely do they two-step, lunar, solar, lunar, except for now, in this epic moment. Each semester, the six months&#8217; separation of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67036","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67036","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67036"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67036\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67547,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67036\/revisions\/67547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67036"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67036"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67036"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}