{"id":14010,"date":"2012-06-05T09:30:21","date_gmt":"2012-06-04T21:30:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=14010"},"modified":"2012-06-04T22:08:28","modified_gmt":"2012-06-04T10:08:28","slug":"tuesday-poem-homing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2012\/06\/05\/tuesday-poem-homing\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: Homing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Homing<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He hears it, in every slap<\/p>\n<p>of wave against wood,<\/p>\n<p>as the ship cleaves water<\/p>\n<p>like a seabird, hears the word<\/p>\n<p>that he has hungered for<\/p>\n<p>through the lost years,<\/p>\n<p>whispered to him now<\/p>\n<p>by the sea as it bears him up,<\/p>\n<p>speeds him on like a lover<\/p>\n<p>to the consummation<\/p>\n<p>of his long-held dream<\/p>\n<p>of home:\u00a0 <em>home<\/em>, lilts the sea,<\/p>\n<p>soft as a lullaby, and <em>home<\/em>,<\/p>\n<p>sings the wind, slipping<\/p>\n<p>through rigging, soothing<\/p>\n<p>him to rest, not to wake<\/p>\n<p>even as a clear dawn<\/p>\n<p>pares away night, reveals<\/p>\n<p>rocky shores and a green crag<\/p>\n<p>rising, not even to stir<\/p>\n<p>when they lift him<\/p>\n<p>over the bulwark and down,<\/p>\n<p>splashing through shallows<\/p>\n<p>to leave him on shadowed sand,<\/p>\n<p>tender as a child smiling<\/p>\n<p>in his sleep, and dreaming,<\/p>\n<p>dreaming still<\/p>\n<p>of the long returning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Published in <\/strong><em>JAAM 26 <\/em>2008<em> <\/em>(Aug\/Sept)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>To read the poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub and all the poems featured in the sidebar from fellow Tuesday Poets around the world, please click on the Quill icon in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Homing &nbsp; He hears it, in every slap of wave against wood, as the ship cleaves water like a seabird, hears the word that he has hungered for through the lost years, whispered to him now by the sea as it bears him up, speeds him on like a lover to the consummation of his [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14010","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14010","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14010"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14010\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14015,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14010\/revisions\/14015"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14010"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14010"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14010"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}