{"id":75776,"date":"2020-06-28T06:59:14","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:59:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75776"},"modified":"2020-06-29T15:22:46","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T19:22:46","slug":"heloise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/heloise\/","title":{"rendered":"H\u00e9lo\u00efse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Prompt 22 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 10) <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The water is freezing but there is nowhere else she feels more at home<br \/>\nDefinitely not back at the villa<br \/>\nThere, she is a daughter, soon to be wife<br \/>\nAn aristocrat, a woman, one of age<br \/>\nHere, she is nothing but pure flesh<br \/>\nA tiny body in the vast sea<\/p>\n<p>She swims under the arched rock<br \/>\nThe sea cave, her sister and she used to call it<br \/>\nWhen the tide was low, they would race around in it for hours<br \/>\nFearless in the water, in a way they could not be on land<\/p>\n<p>It was perhaps with this fearlessness<br \/>\nThat her sister entered the water that fateful day<br \/>\nKnowing she would never return<br \/>\nEven now, occasionally, when she swims, she senses subtle changes in the current<br \/>\nReminiscent of her sister\u2019s spirit, perhaps lurking in the cave<br \/>\nTheir one safe haven<\/p>\n<p>Should she join her sister? Is it worth going back?<br \/>\nTo a life she does not wish to lead<br \/>\nShe stops moving her arms for a moment, a fleeting moment<br \/>\nThe water rapidly begins to dissolve her in its darkness<br \/>\nBut wait, the light changed<br \/>\nInstinctively, she rises<br \/>\nShe is now on the other side of the sea cave<br \/>\nStaring into the vast sea beyond<\/p>\n<p>The metaphor hits her as hard as the waves<br \/>\nWith new found strength, she fights<br \/>\nPushing herself back to the shore<br \/>\nShe steps on land, dries herself, and puts on her corset<br \/>\nThis. Is not home.<br \/>\nBut someday it could be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt 22 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 10) The water is freezing but there is nowhere else she feels more at home Definitely not back at the villa There, she is a daughter, soon to be wife An aristocrat, a woman, one of age Here, she&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75776","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\/830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75776"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75776\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75793,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75776\/revisions\/75793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}