{"id":363,"date":"2025-02-06T07:22:09","date_gmt":"2025-02-06T14:22:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/?p=363"},"modified":"2025-02-06T07:22:10","modified_gmt":"2025-02-06T14:22:10","slug":"northern-lights-amnesia-by-daniela-mcgonigal-videla","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2025\/02\/06\/northern-lights-amnesia-by-daniela-mcgonigal-videla\/","title":{"rendered":"Northern Lights Amnesia By: Daniela McGonigal-Videla"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>As I look up into the ink black sky,<br>A smattering of stars above my eyes,<br>Rays of moonlight white,<br>Like angel\u2019s fingers grasping at the darkness<br>The northern lights of Aurora beginning to shine<br>From the emptiness of the Milky Way,<br>Reaching and reaching to infinity in a way that I\u2019ll never be able to describe,<br>Almost inviting me to topple into their depths.<br>I let myself forget the world.<br>The lights begin: hints of fuchsia red and emerald green<br>Amongst the pearl white that is still hidden in the emptiness<br>Staying still yet still dancing on the dark canvas of the prairie skies,<br>And I think, can I forget the world.<br>And get lost in Aurora\u2019s embrace.<br>Can I forget the cruelty of this world for one night?<br>As another girl,<br>Somewhere in the world, surrounded by rubble,<br>Like I am surrounded by the tall prairie grass,<br>Can look up into Aurora\u2019s arms<br>And forget her pain and sorrow?<br>And maybe Aurora can grant us amnesia<br>Under her lights and swirls of nova light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I look up into the ink black sky,A smattering of stars above my eyes,Rays of moonlight white,Like angel\u2019s fingers grasping at the darknessThe northern lights of Aurora beginning to <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2025\/02\/06\/northern-lights-amnesia-by-daniela-mcgonigal-videla\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":449,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/363","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/449"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=363"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":364,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/363\/revisions\/364"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}