{"id":2333,"date":"2021-12-06T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-06T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2333"},"modified":"2021-12-04T23:25:58","modified_gmt":"2021-12-04T22:25:58","slug":"waiting-for-image-i-am-the-earth-my-mother-walked-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2021\/12\/waiting-for-image-i-am-the-earth-my-mother-walked-on\/","title":{"rendered":"I am the earth my mother walked on (Second-place winner of the poetry competition)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<h2><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>Image:&nbsp;<\/strong>\u00a9\ufe0f &#8220;UP Turns 100&#8221; by ~MVI~ (warped) is licensed under CC BY 2.0. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/20119750@N00\/2650932169\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Source<\/a><\/span><\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><strong>Author:&nbsp;<\/strong>D.K.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>I am the earth my mother walked on<br>The chalky snow on my young stripped shape<br>Her years of molding me<br>The shores of my memory, breaking like waves in the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am a body<br>Unknown scars, raw flesh, frozen bones<br>Legs that will turn to dust, hands that could hold the skies<br>I am a constant fading carcass, a peeling god<br>Made of oak and gold<br>My eyes are black stones in the long flood<br>Muster every muscle I must<br>To face the fear dwelling in my heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am a soul<br>That smells like rain and moves like smoke<br>The spirit of a herd of horses, the fervour of a crushing star<br>Violent, young, wild<br>It falls in the lands of the old stories<br>Where men fought death in the final red sunset<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image:&nbsp;\u00a9\ufe0f &#8220;UP Turns 100&#8221; by ~MVI~ (warped) is licensed under CC BY 2.0. Source Author:&nbsp;D.K. I am the earth my mother walked onThe chalky snow on my young stripped shapeHer years of molding meThe shores of my memory, breaking like waves in the night I am a bodyUnknown scars, raw flesh, frozen bonesLegs that will [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001998,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[68],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-2333","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2021-winter","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2333","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001998"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2333"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2333\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}