{"id":7393,"date":"2015-06-13T10:58:51","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:58:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7393"},"modified":"2015-06-13T10:58:51","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:58:51","slug":"7393","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/7393\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">sylvan moments in a dark<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">lair beneath the flowered tree<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">a hidden place<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">a lonely place.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">i told myself about those<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">imagined people living here<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">gloomy elves, forgetful dwarfs,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">hard working royalty clothed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">in woolen, hoods disguising <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">astonishing loveliness, perceptive<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">wisdom, beholden to witches<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">who eschewed ebony robes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">of fairyhood for pumpkin hues<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">denoting holiness, genesis,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">transition from ogre to angel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">i dug pebbles from the earth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">gave them human names with<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">charismatic gifts of love, <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">healing and remembrance<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">i gained what i had sought<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">acceptance something more<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">than charm or magic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">i had believed and I was born.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>sylvan moments in a dark lair beneath the flowered tree a hidden place a lonely place. i told myself about those imagined people living here gloomy elves, forgetful dwarfs, hard working royalty clothed in woolen, hoods disguising astonishing loveliness, perceptive wisdom, beholden to witches who&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":180,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7393","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7393","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\/180"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7393"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7393\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7399,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7393\/revisions\/7399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7393"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7393"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7393"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}