{"id":90493,"date":"2021-06-26T12:51:34","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:51:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90493"},"modified":"2021-06-26T12:51:48","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:51:48","slug":"hour-4-image-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-4-image-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 4 &#8211; (image prompt)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wanted to journey,<\/p>\n<p>across the hills and mountains,<\/p>\n<p>to lands untold,<\/p>\n<p>to futures gold,<\/p>\n<p>but the hills said no.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to travel,<\/p>\n<p>across the craggy peaks and dipping valleys,<\/p>\n<p>back to the wind,<\/p>\n<p>at fortune&#8217;s whim,<\/p>\n<p>but the peaks said no.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to venture,<\/p>\n<p>into caves so dark I&#8217;d need a longer lamp,<\/p>\n<p>where history spelled,<\/p>\n<p>and untouched filled,<\/p>\n<p>the land beneath earth&#8217;s dome,<\/p>\n<p>but the lamp said no.<\/p>\n<p>So I got a new lamp,<\/p>\n<p>it said no as well,<\/p>\n<p>and I felt my way down blind.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-90152\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-682x1024.jpg 682w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1-1365x2048.jpg 1365w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/ningyu-he-TuWidf-Pqf8-unsplash-scaled-1.jpg 1706w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wanted to journey, across the hills and mountains, to lands untold, to futures gold, but the hills said no. I wanted to travel, across the craggy peaks and dipping valleys, back to the wind, at fortune&#8217;s whim, but the peaks said no. I wanted&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90493","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90493","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\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90493"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90493\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90842,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90493\/revisions\/90842"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90493"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90493"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90493"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}