{"id":7490,"date":"2015-06-13T11:11:15","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:11:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7490"},"modified":"2015-06-14T19:25:03","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T23:25:03","slug":"hour-1-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-1-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour One"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your first prompt is to write a poem set entirely underwater.**<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Poseidon\u2019s eyes, as sunken as the sea,<br \/>\nturn to me. Tridents line the underwater<br \/>\ncorridor, leading to our palace. I smell the<br \/>\nstench of oil slickers from above, yachts and<br \/>\ncruise ships dumping thousands of pounds<br \/>\nof sewage into our home.<\/p>\n<p>In his eyes, rage brews\u2014hurricane iris. I<br \/>\ntry to calm him, but typhoons are already<br \/>\nbrewing in his heart. Creatures from the<br \/>\ndeep are drawn up as energy is pulled into<br \/>\nthe center. Before the sun sets, a mighty bellow<br \/>\nemerges, rippling tidal waves into the horizon.<\/p>\n<p>No one can control the temper of a God\u2014although<br \/>\nthose land-walkers have sought such power for<br \/>\nmillennia. So long as we breathe this oceanic air<br \/>\nwill we command disasters to flow forth from<br \/>\nour domain. This is the nature of Poseidon and<br \/>\nAmphitrite\u2014Aquatic Royalty.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your first prompt is to write a poem set entirely underwater.** &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212; &nbsp; Poseidon\u2019s eyes, as sunken as the sea, turn to me. Tridents line the underwater corridor, leading to our palace. I smell the stench of oil slickers from above, yachts and cruise ships&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":662,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7490","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7490","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\/662"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7490"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7490\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14882,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7490\/revisions\/14882"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7490"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7490"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7490"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}