{"id":74470,"date":"2020-06-28T03:34:29","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T07:34:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=74470"},"modified":"2020-06-28T03:34:29","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T07:34:29","slug":"hour-18-prompt-18-no-holiday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-18-prompt-18-no-holiday\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 18, Prompt 18 &#8211; No Holiday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Five travelers grew weak and weary<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">all their eyes had grown so bleary<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">through rustling darkness, some did cringe<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but each had taken on this challenge<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">They arrived in clearing in a curious state<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">their words they\u2019d hewn would seal their fate<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the troupe would find with rhyming schemes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Each couplet turned to waking dreams<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The images they scrawled turned lucid<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to reality they would be there, translucent<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">One here has writ a bull, set to erupt<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">while, here, a winged angel\u2019s love<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">this one faces the mouth of a lion<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">another yet sends a great eagle flying<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">They\u2019d stumbled in this world most strange<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">all had joined this quest to change<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Five travelers grew weak and weary all their eyes had grown so bleary through rustling darkness, some did cringe but each had taken on this challenge &nbsp; They arrived in clearing in a curious state their words they\u2019d hewn would seal their fate the troupe&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1292,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74470","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74470","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\/1292"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74470"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74470\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74476,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74470\/revisions\/74476"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}