{"id":68959,"date":"2020-06-27T17:40:54","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:40:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=68959"},"modified":"2020-07-05T02:10:29","modified_gmt":"2020-07-05T06:10:29","slug":"forest-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/forest-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"Forest Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He walks toward her<br \/>\nfrom out of the fire<br \/>\nhead wreathed in flames<br \/>\ncrackling, layered like laurels. <\/p>\n<p>Her eyes are cautious limegreen<br \/>\ntracking his every step<br \/>\nhair coiled, tangled like ivy<br \/>\nrooted to the earth. <\/p>\n<p>He reaches out, sparks floating<br \/>\nfree from his open hand<br \/>\nhis bracelets glow of molten gold<br \/>\ncracking ringing as they move. <\/p>\n<p>She sheds a tear, clean rainwater<br \/>\nas he nears her drying skin<br \/>\nShe cannot move, never has<br \/>\ndoesn&#8217;t want to leave his light. <\/p>\n<p>They stand as fire spreads<br \/>\nburning trees and ferns and moss.<br \/>\nHe wants to say he&#8217;s sorry.<br \/>\nShe doesn&#8217;t need apologies. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Even though it hurts,&#8221; she says<br \/>\n&#8220;this is growing, too.<br \/>\nLife is born from ashes<br \/>\nstronger, taller, greener than before.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>He nods, satisfied<br \/>\nthe fire dwindling down<br \/>\nhe turns away and leaves her<br \/>\nhis flames have had their fill.<\/p>\n<p>She casts her gaze back down<br \/>\ntending to her seeds<br \/>\nhidden from him<br \/>\nbeneath scorched earth. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He walks toward her from out of the fire head wreathed in flames crackling, layered like laurels. Her eyes are cautious limegreen tracking his every step hair coiled, tangled like ivy rooted to the earth. He reaches out, sparks floating free from his open hand&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68959","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68959","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\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68959"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68959\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":78029,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68959\/revisions\/78029"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68959"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68959"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68959"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}