{"id":1501,"date":"2010-09-28T07:00:34","date_gmt":"2010-09-27T18:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=1501"},"modified":"2010-10-16T17:40:13","modified_gmt":"2010-10-16T04:40:13","slug":"tuesday-poem-out-of-the-blue-by-frankie-mcmillan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2010\/09\/28\/tuesday-poem-out-of-the-blue-by-frankie-mcmillan\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Out of the blue&#8221; by Frankie McMillan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Out of the blue<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>On a morning when I stare<br \/>\nat small things<\/p>\n<p>like the curve of a spoon<br \/>\nor light on a white rimmed plate<\/p>\n<p>you ring, breathless<br \/>\nwith talk of wild pigs,<\/p>\n<p>how they swept down<br \/>\nfrom the Aorere Hills<\/p>\n<p>on a moonlit night<br \/>\nto ravage your garden \u2013<\/p>\n<p>the winter cabbages<br \/>\npale roots upended<\/p>\n<p>like ghostly masts.<\/p>\n<p>Once our mother buried<br \/>\nbroken china in the ground<\/p>\n<p><em>blue willow\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0blue willow<\/em><\/p>\n<p>now you pick shards from the mud<br \/>\nthe lovers, you say, still wave<\/p>\n<p>from the arching bridge.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 Frankie McMillan<br \/>\n<em>from<\/em> <span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Dressing for the Cannibals<\/span> (Sudden Valley Press) 2009<\/p>\n<p>Re-published here with permission of the poet.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Frankie McMillan completed an MA in Creative Writing (with Distinction) from Victoria University&#8217;s International Institute of Modern Letters (IIML).\u00a0 Her first short story collection <em>The Bag Lady&#8217;s Picnic<\/em> (Shoal Bay Press, 2001) was described as &#8220;dazzling&#8221; by the NZ Listener and received widespread critical acclaim.\u00a0 <em>Dressing for the Cannibal<em>s<\/em><\/em> is Frankie&#8217;s first poetry collection.<\/p>\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p>I have known Frankie, and her poetry, for a number of years and elements of her work that I particularly enjoy include her subversive humour, keen observation of the world, and acute but compassionate eye for the foibles of human nature. <em>Out of the blue <\/em>is a vignette that describes a small moment in time, but at the same time captures something much larger, the paradox of life&#8217;s impermanence and continuity caught in the same poem.\u00a0 In this sense, it continues the theme of Bassho&#8217;s haiku, <em>In the midst of the plain<\/em>, and Ezra Pound&#8217;s short poem, <em>In a Station of the Metro<\/em>, featured over the past two weeks.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>To see the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Blog<\/strong>\u2014and link to other Tuesday Poets posting around NZ and the world\u2014either click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\">here <\/a>or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Out of the blue On a morning when I stare at small things like the curve of a spoon or light on a white rimmed plate you ring, breathless with talk of wild pigs, how they swept down from the Aorere Hills on a moonlit night to ravage your garden \u2013 the winter cabbages pale [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501","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=1501"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1911,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1501\/revisions\/1911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}