Tuesday Poem: The Best of ‘… on Anything Really’ 2011 — “from the hill””
Since I accidentally posted my intended Tuesday Poem, The Curve of the World here, on Monday (what was I thinking?) it will not now be my final “The Best of ‘…on Anything Really'” post after all. That will be today’s post, which you may think of as “Helen’s Tuesday poem effort reprised!” 😀
So here it is, the Tuesday Poem reprised, and also the last of “The Best of ‘…on Anything Really'” — from the hill, first featured on June 7 last year, on the anniversary of my joining the Tuesday Poem community:
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from the hill
boats turn
at their moorings,
facing into the wind:
I can see every
shift in the weather
from up here,
she says, standing
at my shoulder —
the boats better
than any
weathervane…
we take our tea
out, onto a deck
made of timber
from old hulks
dredged out
of harbour mud,
she speaks
of the home to
which she does
not return, of the
much younger man
who will not let
her go — nor she him —
turns again to watch
the boats, talks
of a change
in the wind.
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(c) Helen Lowe
first published in Takahe 62, 2007
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