{"id":91128,"date":"2021-06-26T13:12:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91128"},"modified":"2021-06-27T22:11:28","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T02:11:28","slug":"poem-5-a-tribute-to-dylan-thomas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/poem-5-a-tribute-to-dylan-thomas\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 5: A Tribute to Dylan Thomas  &#8220;Red&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Those days of old<\/p>\n<p>lingering, dreaming<\/p>\n<p>Under that tree that weeped<\/p>\n<p>my soul never sold<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The wagon I fed<\/p>\n<p>full of smiling apples<\/p>\n<p>Shined for hope and perfection<\/p>\n<p>as happy, as they were red<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The heydays<\/p>\n<p>a time of unpurposeful frolic<\/p>\n<p>But always within me<\/p>\n<p>a dance and one-act plays<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dusk at the river<\/p>\n<p>so mysteriously quiet<\/p>\n<p>Except for the buzzing of twilight flies<\/p>\n<p>as I take on evening\u2019s shiver<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The flowers and trees<\/p>\n<p>all seemed to agree with me<\/p>\n<p>Singing and carefree<\/p>\n<p>colourful with my grass-stained knees<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I couldn\u2019t decide between the mystical stars<\/p>\n<p>or the orange rise of the sun<\/p>\n<p>Everything was merciful<\/p>\n<p>there were no lingering scars<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Time was timeless<\/p>\n<p>The clock ticking, never ominous<\/p>\n<p>I was loved and loving<\/p>\n<p>Never a day was rhymeless<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The cows and horses<\/p>\n<p>and the choo of the train<\/p>\n<p>Speaking to me in a way<\/p>\n<p>to give me a princely course<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I played in the hay with my wishes<\/p>\n<p>No needles in my way<\/p>\n<p>Reading of a pirate\u2019s lore<\/p>\n<p>and mythical giant fishes<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The red gables of home<\/p>\n<p>so bright and confident<\/p>\n<p>Could I forever be the same?<\/p>\n<p>as my dreams began to roam<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Those days of old lingering, dreaming Under that tree that weeped my soul never sold &nbsp; The wagon I fed full of smiling apples Shined for hope and perfection as happy, as they were red &nbsp; The heydays a time of unpurposeful frolic But&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1447,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-91128","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91128","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\/1447"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91128"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103503,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91128\/revisions\/103503"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}