{"id":4982,"date":"2020-11-08T21:01:58","date_gmt":"2020-11-08T21:01:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=4982"},"modified":"2020-11-08T21:01:58","modified_gmt":"2020-11-08T21:01:58","slug":"red-insect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/08\/red-insect\/","title":{"rendered":"Red Insect"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>A small red insect no bigger than a pencil point was moving slowly across the thin cream curtains in my bedroom<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In the garden outside my friends were listening to haunting guitar music<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Which was being played by a girl called Pony<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>She was topless as always and was in full view of the road that lead to the village and the sandy beach<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But nobody cared apart from the small red insect as it had strong religious beliefs and wanted to be accepted by God<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I told the small creature that God would not frown on the theatre below my window<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Indeed I thought that he would encourage such an innocent activity although I did not discuss this with the insect directly<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Apart from the girl there were three men in the rough circle not far from the wall<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>They were each accomplished guitarists but preferred to listen to her on mornings such as this<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I was unable to sit with my friends as I had broken my leg whilst climbing<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>My leg was healing well but necessitated morning rest which I found quite boring<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The curtains were full as to open them would have caused my room to heat up quickly and make me uncomfortable<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In an hour and a half I would be sharing a meal with my friends<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The small red insect would have returned to its home to consider its religious beliefs and its attitude to female nudity<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In the breath of the early afternoon shadows the guitar would sit propped up against a shady wall<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It would still be full of music but even guitars require rest during the heat of the day<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A small red insect no bigger than a pencil point was moving slowly across the thin cream curtains in my bedroom In the garden outside my friends were listening to haunting guitar music Which was being played by a girl called Pony She was topless as always and was in full view of the road [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4982"}],"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=4982"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4982\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}