{"id":178,"date":"2022-09-12T11:46:27","date_gmt":"2022-09-12T18:46:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/?post_type=writing&#038;p=178"},"modified":"2022-10-08T11:19:44","modified_gmt":"2022-10-08T18:19:44","slug":"bones-in-winter","status":"publish","type":"writing","link":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/writing\/bones-in-winter\/","title":{"rendered":"Bones in Winter"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Grandpa sat slack against the wall <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">entranced by sleep, bellowing out <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">breaths often of varied staccato <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">lengths,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the wind stammering from beneath his wise old moustache.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It had been fourteen years since I last knew him<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">     With a jolt he awoke, rose and walked, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the years in his knees and hips hindered <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">him halfway across the yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With the brown, dying grass as cruel <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">witness he began to fall; I caught him<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">arms wrapped around his chest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My hurried heart beat into his <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">back; his solemn plea was to <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">not worry as a coldness washed <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">over<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and the waltz slowed, slowed until his feet dragged limp <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">until I no longer had a partner<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">just bones in the winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">     This horrid dance, the arrhythmic footsteps of <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">fate over now, I stand straight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">face crusted by dry tears<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">the nameless gnawing in my stomach <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">fades reborn in some way, I manage to <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">smile<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and am better for it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","meta":[],"genre":[29,26],"year":[44],"class_list":["post-178","writing","type-writing","status-publish","hentry","genre-poetry","genre-writing","year-44"],"acf":{"contributor":"Austin Macklin","bio":"Austin B. Mackin, Hobbyist Writer Sometimes I write of dreams where friends and relatives, living or dead, visit me. Our subconscious speaks to us in a form that predates language itself, so poetry is an apt way to try and capture it\u2019s essence.","text":"","contributor_page":null},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/writing\/178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/writing"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/writing"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=178"},{"taxonomy":"year","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dekonstruktr.com\/tidepools\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/year?post=178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}