{"id":20767,"date":"2012-03-26T12:07:29","date_gmt":"2012-03-26T16:07:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=20767"},"modified":"2012-04-05T22:44:02","modified_gmt":"2012-04-06T02:44:02","slug":"moon-rose-beyond-the-hill-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2012\/moon-rose-beyond-the-hill-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Moon rose beyond the hill&#8221; (Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"pf-content\"><p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-20770\" title=\"moonrise\" src=\"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/moonrise.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/moonrise.jpg 500w, https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/moonrise-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<a onclick=\"window.open('https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2011\/letter-in-a-bottle-italy\/','','scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes,width=1000,height=1000,left='+(screen.availWidth\/2-500)+',top='+(screen.availHeight\/2-500)+'');return false;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2011\/letter-in-a-bottle-italy\/\" target=\"_blank\">Moon rose beyond the hill<\/a>&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Moon rose just beyond the hill,<br \/>\nspilled ice on trembling dale<br \/>\nand shadow flicker wandered. Still<\/p>\n<p>burned each vacant Cyclops eye, till<br \/>\nvoice cried \u201cLord of Winds, Hail!\u201d<br \/>\nas moon rose beyond the hill.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGold, fear, madness now will<br \/>\nfill our Holy Grail,\u201d<br \/>\nwhile shadow flicker wandered. Still<\/p>\n<p>human victims wait, hearts thrill<br \/>\nin time to whirling blades. Pale<br \/>\nmoon rose. Far beyond the hill<\/p>\n<p>men writhe and sweat, dreams chill<br \/>\nin dead landscape where trail<br \/>\nand shadow flicker wander still.<\/p>\n<p>Awake true Lord of Winds and kill<br \/>\nthose who harness you, or fail.<br \/>\nMoon rose just beyond the hill<br \/>\nand shadow flicker wanders still.<\/p>\n<p>\u2014<a onclick=\"window.open('https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2010\/three-poems-by-gail-atkinson-mair\/','','scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes,width=1000,height=1000,left='+(screen.availWidth\/2-500)+',top='+(screen.availHeight\/2-500)+'');return false;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2010\/three-poems-by-gail-atkinson-mair\/\" target=\"_blank\">Gail Mair<\/a> (Italy)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Moon rose beyond the hill&#8221; Moon rose just beyond the hill, spilled ice on trembling dale and shadow flicker wandered. Still burned each vacant Cyclops eye, till voice cried \u201cLord of Winds, Hail!\u201d as moon rose beyond the hill. \u201cGold, fear, madness now will fill our Holy Grail,\u201d while shadow flicker wandered. Still human victims wait, hearts thrill in time to whirling blades. Pale moon rose. Far beyond the hill men writhe and sweat, dreams chill in dead landscape where trail and shadow flicker wander still. Awake true Lord of Winds and kill those who harness you, or fail. Moon rose just beyond the hill and shadow flicker wanders still. \u2014Gail Mair (Italy) &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[157,166,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20767"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20767"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20767\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20767"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20767"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20767"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}