{"id":68154,"date":"2020-06-27T16:32:53","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:32:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68154"},"modified":"2020-06-27T16:32:53","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:32:53","slug":"prompt-seven-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/prompt-seven-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>season of the bohemian waxwing<\/p>\n<p>when i tipped my feathers with red,<br \/>\nand floundered in the forest of yellow cedars<\/p>\n<p>stood shakily on the branches of the blackberry<br \/>\nbush, intoxicated with fermented fruit<\/p>\n<p>thinking i had found a spruce for building<br \/>\nmy nest and mating<\/p>\n<p>but a winter of snow meant<br \/>\nroad salt in the spring water<\/p>\n<p>that turned my insides bitter<br \/>\nand left me without young<\/p>\n<p>for years to come<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>season of the bohemian waxwing when i tipped my feathers with red, and floundered in the forest of yellow cedars stood shakily on the branches of the blackberry bush, intoxicated with fermented fruit thinking i had found a spruce for building my nest and mating&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1004,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68154","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\/1004"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68154"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68154\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68157,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68154\/revisions\/68157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68154"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68154"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68154"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}