{"id":95630,"date":"2021-06-26T18:38:13","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:38:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95630"},"modified":"2021-06-26T18:38:13","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:38:13","slug":"through-the-screens-of-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/through-the-screens-of-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Through the Screens of Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Hour 2, Prompt 10, Year 2021<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He wakes up with the rising sun<br \/>\nBut there is no work to be done<br \/>\nHis trade is closed because the week has come<br \/>\nTo liberate the god Saturn<\/p>\n<p>He heads down to the town square<br \/>\nA person of every type is there<br \/>\nRich and poor, dark and fair<br \/>\nSinging through the cold December air<\/p>\n<p>He buys a candle, and some cake<br \/>\nOn his shoulder, he feels a sharp shake<br \/>\nA Saturnalicus Princeps with a grinning face<br \/>\nKnocks him down, his wares he takes<\/p>\n<p>But oh well, that\u2019s how things go down<br \/>\nAt the end of the year in this Roman town<br \/>\nWhen you meet with loved ones and laugh at clowns<br \/>\nTill this year ends, and the next one is crowned<\/p>\n<p>She wakes up with the rising sun<br \/>\nIn a time different from the one above<br \/>\nThe Christmas music has begun<br \/>\nHer work for the year is fully done<\/p>\n<p>She heads down to the living room<br \/>\nAnd unlike the outdoor winter gloom<br \/>\nEveryone is in a joyous mood<br \/>\nSetting out heaps and heaps of food<\/p>\n<p>When they\u2019re happily, merrily, extremely drunk<br \/>\nThey begin playing White Elephant<br \/>\nBut as soon as she gets a new coffee mug<br \/>\nIt\u2019s her brother\u2019s turn, and away it is swung<\/p>\n<p>But oh well, that\u2019s how things go down<br \/>\nAt the end of the year across cities and towns<br \/>\nAs they have every century, every single aeon<br \/>\nTill this year ends, and the next one is crowned<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 2, Prompt 10, Year 2021 He wakes up with the rising sun But there is no work to be done His trade is closed because the week has come To liberate the god Saturn He heads down to the town square A person of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95630","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95630","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\/830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95630"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95630\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95654,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95630\/revisions\/95654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95630"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95630"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95630"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}