{"id":40,"date":"2011-03-09T21:52:55","date_gmt":"2011-03-09T21:52:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=6"},"modified":"2011-03-09T21:52:55","modified_gmt":"2011-03-09T21:52:55","slug":"three-alarms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/03\/09\/three-alarms\/","title":{"rendered":"Three alarms"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The penultimate alarm\u00a0<br \/>\nIs not like the first, which prises your eyes open from dreams\u00a0<br \/>\nSo you catch a glimpse of the light sliding through a gap in the curtains<br \/>\nbut you can let them drift closed, hit snooze<br \/>\ncurl in a ball, face the wall<br \/>\nslip back to sleep<\/p>\n<p>The penultimate alarm,<br \/>\nthe second alarm but not the last<br \/>\nYou might<br \/>\nscrunch your face up a little, but still follow<br \/>\nthe dream you\u2019re drifting on<br \/>\nIt\u2019s just a gentle warning<br \/>\nA ring-ring-ring of things to come<\/p>\n<p>The penultimate alarm<br \/>\nis not the final<br \/>\nalarm<br \/>\nWhich absolutely cannot be ignored<br \/>\nwhich drags you gasping<br \/>\ninto wary sudden awareness, eyes open<br \/>\nhit by the light<br \/>\nslicing through the curtains<br \/>\nand you must<br \/>\nslide out of sleep<br \/>\nand face reality<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The penultimate alarm\u00a0 Is not like the first, which prises your eyes open from dreams\u00a0 So you catch a glimpse of the light sliding through a gap in the curtains <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2011\/03\/09\/three-alarms\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}