{"id":70302,"date":"2020-06-27T19:23:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:23:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70302"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:23:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:23:40","slug":"hour-11-prompt-11-circus-women","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-11-prompt-11-circus-women\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11, prompt 11 Circus Women"},"content":{"rendered":"

At the blue circus,<\/span><\/p>\n

women in clenched corsets,<\/span><\/p>\n

fishnet stockings, and shined shoes –<\/span><\/p>\n

smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were distractions, assistants,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and quiet artists.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Silent, beautiful mothers<\/span><\/p>\n

of the moon and the stars.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dreaming of Jupiter,<\/span><\/p>\n

sleeping in forests,<\/span><\/p>\n

counting time gone by in the\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

bumps and wrinkles of an elephant\u2018s skin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

These are the women that Father Time forgot.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Every tarot card read,<\/span><\/p>\n

tea leaf swallowed,<\/span><\/p>\n

and palm touched,<\/span><\/p>\n

brings new life to them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The old Gods gorged themselves on the hopes and selfishness of humanity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Their dreams and desperation created an immortal diet –<\/span><\/p>\n

curing illnesses and smoothing skin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As unattached, husbandless creatures,<\/span><\/p>\n

they live warm, wild, and wicked lives.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They are gypsy women,<\/span><\/p>\n

the daughters of Pluto<\/span><\/p>\n

eating sweet purple plums,<\/span><\/p>\n

sticky pitless peaches,<\/span><\/p>\n

and Persephone\u2019s decadent pomegranates,<\/span><\/p>\n

all the while, dancing atop frozen ponds<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hexes are weaved into their twisted manes,<\/span><\/p>\n

curses outline their lavender irises,<\/span><\/p>\n

and spells are cast between their thighs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In their childless existences, they find<\/span><\/p>\n

potential, passion, purpose.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As they hold hands and chant lullabies for the lost,<\/span><\/p>\n

lightening seeks vengeance.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The clouds sag and drip with\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the grief born from dark suburban homes<\/span><\/p>\n

and unlit alleys.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Go.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Go to the circus.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ask to be blessed by celestial, circus women,<\/span><\/p>\n

and you\u2019ll know how stardust tastes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

At the blue circus, women in clenched corsets, fishnet stockings, and shined shoes – smiled. They were distractions, assistants,\u00a0 and quiet artists.\u00a0   Silent, beautiful mothers of the moon and the stars.\u00a0 Dreaming of Jupiter, sleeping in forests, counting time gone by in the\u00a0 bumps…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70302","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\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70302"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70320,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70302\/revisions\/70320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}