{"id":1741,"date":"2018-06-25T08:38:57","date_gmt":"2018-06-25T15:38:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1741"},"modified":"2018-06-25T16:49:25","modified_gmt":"2018-06-25T23:49:25","slug":"1741","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1741","title":{"rendered":"Owl Women by Alexandra Seidel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1745\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/Master_M_Z_Woman_with_an_owl-231x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"231\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/Master_M_Z_Woman_with_an_owl-231x300.jpg 231w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/Master_M_Z_Woman_with_an_owl.jpg 503w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 231px) 100vw, 231px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When we were what we no longer are<br \/>\n(young and less understanding of the world)<br \/>\nwe would break those windows open<br \/>\nfrom within, shake<br \/>\nout our beds as if<br \/>\nthat could make us unbelieve<br \/>\nthe dreams we dreamed the night before.<\/p>\n<p>We have no youth left, our eyes<br \/>\nlike aged glass, like thinned milk;<br \/>\nwe knew something once<br \/>\nthat we forgot on the way to<br \/>\nno more houses that keep us inside,<br \/>\nno more windows that keep us from seeing<\/p>\n<p>but<br \/>\nthe owl women need no fear, no darkness<br \/>\nis the shade of dark<br \/>\nthat could haunt an owl woman;<\/p>\n<p>true, when the sun is high, burning the roof of heaven,<br \/>\nwe bury our heads in each other&#8217;s feathers,<br \/>\nears and hearts close as sin and suffering. We are afraid<br \/>\n(as afraid as owl women can be)<br \/>\nthat we will never again hunt<br \/>\nwhite mice through the labyrinths of darkness<br \/>\n(yes, each turn will lead them closer to us, closer.)<\/p>\n<p>And yet we know, sure as a house lies there<br \/>\nin dying want for human care,<br \/>\nthat we will be here, that we<em> are<\/em> here,<br \/>\nafter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When we were what we no longer are (young and less understanding of the world) we would break those windows open from within, shake out our beds as if that could make us unbelieve the dreams we dreamed the night before. We have no youth left, our eyes like aged glass, like thinned milk; we [&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-1741","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741","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=1741"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1747,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1741\/revisions\/1747"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}