{"id":69397,"date":"2020-06-27T18:10:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:10:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69397"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:50:15","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:50:15","slug":"light-up-the-dark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/light-up-the-dark\/","title":{"rendered":"Light up the dark"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">we would sleep up there<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to escape the heat from the little cottage\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">our grandfather built back when he was young and strong<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and not hunched over with age.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">At night, we would watch the dancing lights of the fireflies<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">beckoning to their future mates.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It wasn\u2019t lethargy that kept us lying there for hours,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but the magic of sleeping just below the treeline<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">with the sounds from below,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a pleasant white noise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">My brother wanted to trap some fireflies in a bottle to\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">use as a nightlight, he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He tried to mask his cruelty by playing it off as some brilliant idea,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but I knew better.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Some people are just jealous of those that light up the dark.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We built the treehouse up in the old hickory tree we would sleep up there to escape the heat from the little cottage\u00a0 our grandfather built back when he was young and strong and not hunched over with age. At night, we would watch the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,1136],"tags":[3597,3686,2376,2956],"class_list":["post-69397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-2020halfmarathon","tag-fireflies","tag-hour9","tag-prompt9"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69397","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\/1252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69397"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69397\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69422,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69397\/revisions\/69422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}