{"id":1044,"date":"2016-03-21T08:55:21","date_gmt":"2016-03-21T15:55:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1044"},"modified":"2016-03-05T13:03:37","modified_gmt":"2016-03-05T20:03:37","slug":"witchs-lens-by-sara-norja","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1044","title":{"rendered":"Witch&#8217;s Lens by Sara Norja"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1047\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/689px-Dew_on_a_Equisetum_fluviatile_Luc_Viatour-230x300.jpg\" alt=\"By I, Luc Viatour, CC BY-SA 3.0, https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/w\/index.php?curid=2590826\" width=\"230\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/689px-Dew_on_a_Equisetum_fluviatile_Luc_Viatour-230x300.jpg 230w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/689px-Dew_on_a_Equisetum_fluviatile_Luc_Viatour.jpg 689w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 230px) 100vw, 230px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My witchery awakens<br \/>\nwith the rising season.<br \/>\nMy winter-faded soul<br \/>\ngains strength with each day<br \/>\nwe creep past the equinox.<br \/>\nThe earth&#8217;s aching<br \/>\nwith growth so I tie garlands<br \/>\ninto my hair, go dazed-headed<br \/>\nfrom the light &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>In this season<br \/>\nthe ground-up remains of road-grit<br \/>\nturn into goblin-dust.<br \/>\nAeroplanes on a clear star-night<br \/>\nbecome dragons, scales flashing.<br \/>\nI change too, shed my dull winter skin.<\/p>\n<p>Yes: I see the world<br \/>\nthrough a witch&#8217;s lens.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s spring, and I awake.\u00c2\u00a0<i>We\u00c2\u00a0<\/i>awake.<\/p>\n<h6>Photo by I, Luc Viatour, CC BY-SA 3.0, https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/w\/index.php?curid=2590826<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My witchery awakens with the rising season. My winter-faded soul gains strength with each day we creep past the equinox. The earth&#8217;s aching with growth so I tie garlands into my hair, go dazed-headed from the light &#8212; In this season the ground-up remains of road-grit turn into goblin-dust. Aeroplanes on a clear star-night become [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1044","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1044","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1044"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1044\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1046,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1044\/revisions\/1046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1044"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1044"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1044"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}