{"id":8598,"date":"2015-06-13T13:50:33","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:50:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8598"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:46:58","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:46:58","slug":"sheer-brilliance-in-remembrance-of-the-age-of-chivalry-written-from-the-perspective-of-an-ancient-prince-in-love-524","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/sheer-brilliance-in-remembrance-of-the-age-of-chivalry-written-from-the-perspective-of-an-ancient-prince-in-love-524\/","title":{"rendered":"Sheer Brilliance \u2013 In Remembrance of the Age of Chivalry (Written from the Perspective of an Ancient Prince in Love) 5\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/unicorn-rider.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10991\" src=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/unicorn-rider-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"unicorn rider\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/unicorn-rider-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/unicorn-rider-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/unicorn-rider.jpg 666w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I woke up last night,<br \/>\nGot out of my bed and<br \/>\nStood in front of the<br \/>\nOpen window<br \/>\nThrough which<br \/>\nI could hear<br \/>\nThe song of a Nightingale\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I stood in awe and marvelled<br \/>\nAt the intense beauty of it\u2026<\/p>\n<p>A movement drew my<br \/>\nAttention \u2013 I gasped<br \/>\nAt the sheer brilliance that<br \/>\nHit my eye like a spear\u2026<\/p>\n<p>In the centre of<br \/>\nThe garden<br \/>\nStood a unicorn \u2013<br \/>\nWhite as snow<br \/>\nBut painted silver<br \/>\nBy the full moon\u2019s<br \/>\nGlorious light\u2026<\/p>\n<p>And on her back &#8211;<br \/>\nThe only being<br \/>\nIn the garden<br \/>\nWhose brilliance<br \/>\nSurpassed hers \u2013<\/p>\n<p>My Lady\u2026<br \/>\nWith hair like fire<br \/>\nTurned gold<br \/>\nIn the light<br \/>\nof the silvery moon<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 2015 Antoinette LeRoux<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up last night, Got out of my bed and Stood in front of the Open window Through which I could hear The song of a Nightingale\u2026 I stood in awe and marvelled At the intense beauty of it\u2026 A movement drew my Attention&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8598","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8598","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\/259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8598"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8598\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10995,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8598\/revisions\/10995"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8598"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8598"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8598"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}