{"id":69484,"date":"2020-06-27T18:16:39","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:16:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69484"},"modified":"2020-06-27T18:16:39","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:16:39","slug":"by-moonlight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/by-moonlight\/","title":{"rendered":"By Moonlight"},"content":{"rendered":"

 <\/p>\n

The moon held in a glass of bourbon.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The moon laid down on a canal bed.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The moon so bright it led you and me home.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The moon\u2019s face travels across the waters.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Its spirit is always trained on us.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Its light thickens and thins,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

but it often hides itself,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

for more than a moment,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

behind\u00a0seasick clouds.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

By moonlight I remember that old city,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

born of revolution,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the only light in the sky sometimes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

All the stars rubbed out.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember us, in its streets.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Kissing at corners.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Frequenting the discos,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

so, we could be closer together.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

By moonlight I remember that city<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Made out of cotton<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cotton streets<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cotton moon<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cotton hearts and mouths<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember us<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And I drink that full moon right down<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  The moon held in a glass of bourbon.\u00a0 The moon laid down on a canal bed.\u00a0 The moon so bright it led you and me home.\u00a0 The moon\u2019s face travels across the waters.\u00a0 Its spirit is always trained on us.\u00a0 Its light thickens and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1449,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-69484","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69484","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\/1449"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69484"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69484\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69509,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69484\/revisions\/69509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69484"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69484"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69484"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}