{"id":10576,"date":"2022-04-20T10:15:40","date_gmt":"2022-04-20T09:15:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=10576"},"modified":"2022-04-20T10:15:40","modified_gmt":"2022-04-20T09:15:40","slug":"the-glitter-girls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/04\/20\/the-glitter-girls\/","title":{"rendered":"The Glitter Girls"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Diana was taking down the Christmas decorations and packing them into two cardboard boxes which she would take to the attic room which overlooked the church<\/p>\n<p>She stared at her tree which was dark and bare and regretted her disposal<\/p>\n<p>It was still raining outside so she pulled her everyday mackintosh over her shoulders and ventured on to the path towards her garden shed<\/p>\n<p>Gently she placed the corpse of the tree into a muddy puddle where the bonfire once roared<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the garden her stream had flooded and had doubled its width<\/p>\n<p>It did so every year<\/p>\n<p>Diana removed her shoes and ran towards the stream<\/p>\n<p>In her pocket was a poem that she had written<\/p>\n<p>Whilst resting in front of the fire on New Year\u2019s Eve<\/p>\n<p><i>Once a year they dance within my tree<br \/>\nFor it is the season to be free<br \/>\nBut soon enough December ends<br \/>\nAnd with regret I lose my friends<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Diana read the poem quietly to herself and then wrapped the paper into a tight ball and threw it into the swollen stream<\/p>\n<p><i>Take it the to the river my friend and by tonight I will have forgotten this simple rhyme<\/i><\/p>\n<p>She said to herself as she returned to her warm house<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>2018<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Diana was taking down the Christmas decorations and packing them into two cardboard boxes which she would take to the attic room which overlooked the church She stared at her tree which was dark and bare and regretted her disposal It was still raining outside so she pulled her everyday mackintosh over her shoulders and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10576"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10577,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10576\/revisions\/10577"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}