{"id":96763,"date":"2021-06-26T20:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=96763"},"modified":"2021-06-26T20:12:51","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T00:12:51","slug":"gullivers-table-reimagined","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/gullivers-table-reimagined\/","title":{"rendered":"Gulliver&#8217;s Table, Reimagined"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Hour 3, Prompt 11, Year 2021 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a warm summer day in Lilliput<br \/>\nThe perfect day to use yellows<br \/>\nGulliver splashes some yellow on white<br \/>\nPicks up his straw and blows<br \/>\nBehold! A beautiful canvas<br \/>\nJust a shape of yellow<br \/>\nSimple, like the Lilliputians themselves<\/p>\n<p>Right there lie his headphones and his magnifying glass<br \/>\nNever used since he washed ashore on this land<br \/>\nThis land that is nowhere on the map of his world<br \/>\nWhere the people themselves are as big as these gadgets<br \/>\nGadgets of another place, another time<\/p>\n<p>But behold! A bicycle out of nowhere<br \/>\nA laughing child tips over the bottle of green paint<br \/>\nOne color becomes two &#8211; yellow and green<br \/>\nNot unlike the flowers on his desk<br \/>\nFlowers from the King himself<\/p>\n<p>A coincidence? A charm? An anomaly?<br \/>\nWell at the very least, it isn\u2019t a surprise<br \/>\nJust another oddity in the land of Lilliput<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, goodbye now!\u201d the child says<br \/>\nHe parks his bike and struts away<br \/>\nNo hint of fear on his face<br \/>\nThey\u2019ve all grown used to him by now<\/p>\n<p>Gulliver chuckles as the child walks on<br \/>\nWhat is a work table for him<br \/>\nIs a massive wooden path for the child<br \/>\nDespite their different sizes and stages<br \/>\nIt is a canvas for both<br \/>\nA bright golden opportunity to explore the unknown<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 3, Prompt 11, Year 2021 It\u2019s a warm summer day in Lilliput The perfect day to use yellows Gulliver splashes some yellow on white Picks up his straw and blows Behold! A beautiful canvas Just a shape of yellow Simple, like the Lilliputians themselves&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-96763","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96763","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=96763"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96763\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":96787,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96763\/revisions\/96787"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=96763"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=96763"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=96763"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}