{"id":9740,"date":"2015-06-13T16:51:34","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:51:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9740"},"modified":"2015-06-14T03:22:27","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:22:27","slug":"the-lady-bartholomew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-lady-bartholomew\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lady Bartholomew"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am the Lady Bartholomew!<br \/>\nNot some poet&#8217;s muse!<br \/>\nHow dare he write of me<br \/>\nIn lust! Yet gracefully&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That he doth dare to think<br \/>\nI may, in some dark corner,<br \/>\nSpread my blessed wings,<br \/>\nOr entreat his\u00a0push of things.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Long and thick,&#8221; the maidens say<br \/>\nChattering I dare not hear.<br \/>\nHow dare he come so close, so near!<\/p>\n<p>His scent entices me, like woods and sweat.<br \/>\nHis voice, rustic and deep, witnesses the thrill<br \/>\nHe simply shall not know. Not now. Not Ever!<\/p>\n<p>My husband would not care for<br \/>\nMy curiosity of this theatrical bard.<br \/>\nIs he really, truly as hard<br \/>\nAs they say?<\/p>\n<p>If I may, for a moment,<br \/>\nLie in wait here, nearest his gate<br \/>\nAs I prune these roses<br \/>\nFor the dinner plate.<\/p>\n<p>I shall not look too long<br \/>\nAt what lies beneath his kilt<br \/>\nWhen I bend to fetch the fallen blossom.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps I shall trip, and land<br \/>\nGracefully upon my back<br \/>\nHere in the grass, where none shall see.<\/p>\n<p>But him, and\u00a0me.<br \/>\nIn the shade of the abbey.<\/p>\n<p>He comes!<br \/>\nAnd I dare not\u00a0look.<br \/>\nI am his Lady Bartholomew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am the Lady Bartholomew! Not some poet&#8217;s muse! How dare he write of me In lust! Yet gracefully&#8230; That he doth dare to think I may, in some dark corner, Spread my blessed wings, Or entreat his\u00a0push of things. &#8220;Long and thick,&#8221; the maidens&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9740","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\/9740","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9740"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9740\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9917,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9740\/revisions\/9917"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}