{"id":90081,"date":"2021-06-26T12:48:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90081"},"modified":"2021-06-26T14:31:03","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:31:03","slug":"alchemy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/alchemy\/","title":{"rendered":"Alchemy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He takes my ores<br \/>\nSmelts them within<br \/>\nThe blast furnace of my core<br \/>\nThe rod reddened from<br \/>\nThe heat of fever dreams<br \/>\nQuenching the tip<br \/>\nIn the expanse of my waters<br \/>\nEnclosed within his earth.<br \/>\nBoiling over to subside to warmth.<br \/>\nHow love changes<br \/>\nFrom soft to hard<br \/>\nFrom fervent to calm<br \/>\nAnd from there to gone<br \/>\nHammering away at my own<br \/>\nFailed attempts<br \/>\nAt metallurgy<br \/>\nYet somehow he found a way<br \/>\nTo turn my iron gall heart<br \/>\nTo gold<br \/>\nAnd write away with the soft metal<br \/>\nPoetry to line my heart.<br \/>\nI find myself grinding away at stone<br \/>\nTo sharpen my iron edges<br \/>\nBut he has plans to mold me<br \/>\nWithin his soft alchemist hands<br \/>\nmolding his love between them<br \/>\nAnd thus I wake still in the ground<br \/>\nWaiting for the pick to mine my iron core<br \/>\nTo take me in pieces<br \/>\nsmelt them together<br \/>\nAnd fashion himself a heart of gold-<br \/>\nto match his own.<br \/>\nUntil the day the gilded sunlight<br \/>\nStrikes and polishes my surface, he finds me<br \/>\nAnd I know the truth in time<br \/>\nsomeday<br \/>\n\u201cHe is coming, and I am here.\u201d*<\/p>\n<p>*The Time Traveler\u2019s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He takes my ores Smelts them within The blast furnace of my core The rod reddened from The heat of fever dreams Quenching the tip In the expanse of my waters Enclosed within his earth. Boiling over to subside to warmth. How love changes From&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1485,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[4254,4125,4278,4283,2158,3274,4281,4282,31,4280,355,4279,4284],"class_list":["post-90081","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2021prompt4","tag-2021-poetry-marathon","tag-alchemy","tag-blacksmithing","tag-full-marathon","tag-gold","tag-iron","tag-iron-and-gold","tag-love","tag-metallurgy","tag-poetry-marathon","tag-prompt-4-text","tag-time-travelers-wife"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90081","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\/1485"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90081"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90081\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":92280,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90081\/revisions\/92280"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90081"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90081"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90081"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}