{"id":67211,"date":"2020-06-27T15:33:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67211"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:26:45","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:26:45","slug":"skay-hour-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/skay-hour-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Skay Hour 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>Season of the Grape<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You swagger and return a blank smile<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To my conversation<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">All my words have washed off you<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I read your face.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I see the signs.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I raise my own glass to my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Burgundy of the drink turns brown<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Blood curdled in my goblet<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sweetness turns back<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And flees into a rancid bitter<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Taste on my tongue<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I fling out the liquid and watch<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The arc of wine rise through the air<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Before settling into a pool on the floor<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You\u2019ve slumped. Call of the drink is stronger<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Than the call of all the loves<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You have gathered.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">No person remains, no feeling recalled<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Only the distant insistence<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of the glass and the liquid<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A beckoning never <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">answered completely<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Glass upon glass emptied on the call<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Yet never fulfilled.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wine whips once more<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And you lift yet another glass<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I watch as it brings you closer<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To the Grape&#8230;and me,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m flung farther each gulp you take<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Farther from my glass<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Farther from you.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Season of the Grape &nbsp; You swagger and return a blank smile To my conversation All my words have washed off you I read your face. I see the signs. I raise my own glass to my lips. Burgundy of the drink turns brown Blood&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1404,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[3597,2293],"class_list":["post-67211","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2020halfmarathon","tag-hour7"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67211","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\/1404"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67211"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67211\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67279,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67211\/revisions\/67279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67211"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67211"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67211"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}