{"id":71930,"date":"2020-06-27T21:50:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:50:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71930"},"modified":"2020-06-27T21:50:09","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:50:09","slug":"hour-12-09-30-10-30am-prompt-first-line-mashup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-12-09-30-10-30am-prompt-first-line-mashup\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. PROMPT: first line mashup"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-71919\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/12-mallacoota1-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/12-mallacoota1-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/12-mallacoota1-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/12-mallacoota1.jpg 976w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><b>a light within<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>There are few things as startling as encountering an unearthly glow in the wild.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Julia Baird, <i>Phosphorescence<\/i><\/p>\n<p>even in deep night now<br \/>\na wild glow<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>rises<br \/>\nas an unearthly anti-mist<br \/>\nstartling even the stars<\/p>\n<p>things are no longer<br \/>\nas they were<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>the unholy<br \/>\nalien haze embracing all<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span>like an eternal bushfire<\/p>\n<p>there are so few dark<br \/>\ncorners left in the world<br \/>\nencountering yourself<br \/>\nhappens alarmingly often<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>a light within There are few things as startling as encountering an unearthly glow in the wild. Julia Baird, Phosphorescence even in deep night now a wild glow\u00a0 rises as an unearthly anti-mist startling even the stars things are no longer as they were\u00a0 the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71930","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71930","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\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71930"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71930\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71940,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71930\/revisions\/71940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71930"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71930"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71930"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}