{"id":90968,"date":"2021-06-26T13:02:47","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:02:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90968"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:34:03","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:34:03","slug":"prompt-4-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/prompt-4-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had so many plans for the trip \u2013<br \/>\ncastles, burial passageways, concerts,<br \/>\npubs, live music, the site of the 1916 Easter Rising.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to walk back in history, see the life<br \/>\nonce lived by the grandfather I never knew.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to see the jail where Grace Gifford married Joseph Plunkett<br \/>\nhours before his death.  His crime \u2013 standing up to the oppressors.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to see so many things.<br \/>\nBut it was not to be.<br \/>\nThe pandemic took over.<\/p>\n<p>Pubs closed, concerts and my flight home canceled.<br \/>\nDublin became a ghost town.<\/p>\n<p>Stranded in a different country that somehow<br \/>\nfelt like home, I was alone yet not alone.<\/p>\n<p>Friends stepped up with offers of money, hospitality,<br \/>\nhelp finding a new way home.<br \/>\nBut part of me wanted to stay.<\/p>\n<p>So, I drank my pints and Irish coffee at the hotel pub.<br \/>\nI took the last tour to Belfast.<br \/>\nI saw Trim Castle and the Bective Abbey<br \/>\nI walked St. Stephens Green and the<br \/>\nstreets of Dublin.<\/p>\n<p>I made the most of it.<br \/>\n\u201cAll I could do was shrug my shoulders<br \/>\nlaugh and say \u2018Ah sure, that\u2019s my life<br \/>\nfor ya\u2019\u201d<br \/>\nCredit \u2013 from Down The Crooked Road by Mary Black<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had so many plans for the trip \u2013 castles, burial passageways, concerts, pubs, live music, the site of the 1916 Easter Rising. I wanted to walk back in history, see the life once lived by the grandfather I never knew. I wanted to see&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1578,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90968","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90968","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\/1578"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90968"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90968\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91005,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90968\/revisions\/91005"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}