{"id":67495,"date":"2020-06-27T15:51:36","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:51:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67495"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:51:36","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:51:36","slug":"season-of-the-witch-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/season-of-the-witch-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Season of the Witch"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-67512\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-300x200.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-300x200.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-1024x683.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-768x512.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-1536x1024.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-2048x1366.jpeg 2048w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/gettyimages-850179534-2560x1707-1-480x320.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Their cackles resounded in the nightish moonlight glare<br \/>\nBlack cats slinked in the dark, feral eyes to stare<br \/>\nTonight was a special day of the new baneful season<br \/>\nTime to boil a malignant witches brew spiteful beyond reason<br \/>\nA drop of mandrake, touch of garlic, slice of human finger<br \/>\nCrow&#8217;s foot, eel eyes and ghoul&#8217;s blood for a taste to linger<br \/>\nThis was an event to avenge all the witches who were lost<br \/>\nTo mortal mobs screaming and hunting for witches to accost<br \/>\nTonight their will would be done and a spell would be cast<br \/>\nTo take the firstborn from them and make new witches at last<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Their cackles resounded in the nightish moonlight glare Black cats slinked in the dark, feral eyes to stare Tonight was a special day of the new baneful season Time to boil a malignant witches brew spiteful beyond reason A drop of mandrake, touch of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1065,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67495","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67495","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\/1065"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67495"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67495\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67516,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67495\/revisions\/67516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67495"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67495"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67495"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}