{"id":4102,"date":"2018-07-14T13:30:46","date_gmt":"2018-07-14T17:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=4102"},"modified":"2024-08-19T12:57:45","modified_gmt":"2024-08-19T16:57:45","slug":"void-in-the-earth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/void-in-the-earth\/","title":{"rendered":"Void in the Earth"},"content":{"rendered":"

First published in August\/September, 2007, Volume 4, Issue 3, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nA naked foundation of fieldstone and granite<\/span><\/p>\n

once eyes of a soul long plucked away<\/span><\/p>\n

over stone horseshoe eyebrows<\/span><\/p>\n

along a honed cresent wall<\/span><\/p>\n

vista to meadow and pond<\/span><\/p>\n

of panoramas beyond<\/span><\/p>\n

now woefully dismissed, abandoned\u2014gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

just an abyss for the green<\/span><\/p>\n

growing haughty and high<\/span><\/p>\n

from an open wound grave<\/span><\/p>\n

dug by those who lay in chasms dug by those<\/span><\/p>\n

themselves all lost from memory<\/span><\/p>\n

like the master once here<\/span><\/p>\n

with all left just a mere, empty void\u2014in earth.<\/span><\/p>\n

standing along, these deprived cellar walls<\/span><\/p>\n

I envision exotic fine wood<\/span><\/p>\n

supple silk, lace<\/span><\/p>\n

wavy stained glass panes<\/span><\/p>\n

sturdy, dignified partitions<\/span><\/p>\n

on this natty stacked stone, with all that is left<\/span><\/p>\n

broken twigs and dry leaves, snap under new feet<\/span><\/p>\n

in sad Victorian defeat<\/span><\/p>\n

is all that is left<\/span><\/p>\n

to the Big House beneath.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A poem about the ruins of Interlachen in Fall River, by Michael Brimbau<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4102","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5576,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4102\/revisions\/5576"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}