{"id":75466,"date":"2020-06-28T06:18:47","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:18:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75466"},"modified":"2020-06-28T06:18:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:18:47","slug":"the-viking-ship-22nd-hour-2020-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-viking-ship-22nd-hour-2020-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Viking Ship (22nd hour 2020) -prompt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-75451\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-1536x1025.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-2048x1366.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/mountains-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Some part of me is empty<\/p>\n<p>Barren<\/p>\n<p>I have far too much space<\/p>\n<p>for the thoughts to uncontrollably invade.<\/p>\n<p>Night time is the worse of times<\/p>\n<p>And daytime silence is unbearably quiet<\/p>\n<p>To be reminded<\/p>\n<p>of a young love not requited.<\/p>\n<p>Waves of fire wash over me<\/p>\n<p>As I dream the dream<\/p>\n<p>of the maternal love that comforted me<\/p>\n<p>Here I am<\/p>\n<p>Vikings to the left of me<\/p>\n<p>Fog to the front<\/p>\n<p>Water beneath us<\/p>\n<p>Clear sky above<\/p>\n<p>Steering forward to the unknown<\/p>\n<p>With my past lives embarked on my ship<\/p>\n<p>And what followed behind was your empty crib.<\/p>\n<p>Here I am on this journey,<\/p>\n<p>in this space.<\/p>\n<p>I have my moments but I&#8217;m not ok.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some part of me is empty Barren I have far too much space for the thoughts to uncontrollably invade. Night time is the worse of times And daytime silence is unbearably quiet To be reminded of a young love not requited. Waves of fire wash&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1120,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441,5],"tags":[3976,3975,2201,1803],"class_list":["post-75466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-ship","tag-vikings","tag-journey","tag-miscarriage"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75466","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\/1120"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75466"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75466\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75542,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75466\/revisions\/75542"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}