\nTruly see you.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A gift.
\n…………………………………. \u00a0<\/span> Before a glass, a Renaissance self-
\nportrait.\u00a0 Maybe in a courtyard, a Gothic arch<\/p>\n
Or by a Roman column: unruly curls snaking, Or perhaps in relief Twin iron beds in a whitewashed room. A fan .<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a9 Karen Zelas<\/p>\n Published in Night Glass Table<\/em>, (Interactive Press) 2012<\/p>\n Reproduced here with permission.<\/p>\n \u2014<\/p>\n About the Poem:<\/strong><\/p>\n When I first read Re-vision<\/em>, I was struck by the way it instantly transported me to the sunshine and sense-of-history of the Mediterranean, where the relationship between the poem’s narrator and companion is established within a continuum that is both present and past, real and mythic—and finally grounded in the here-and-now of:<\/p>\n “bread on white paper, a knife and the red wine, which like blood, is “thicker than water.”<\/p>\n A beautiful, elegant poem, with just the right balance between present and post, the concrete and a sense of the ephemeral.<\/p>\n Night\u2019s Glass Table<\/em> is available from bookshops in NZ and directly from Interactive Publications, here<\/a>.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n About the Poet<\/strong>:<\/p>\n Several anthologies contain Karen’s work. She was editor of Crest to Crest: Impressions of Canterbury, Prose and Poetry<\/em> (Wily Publications, 2009) and her historical novel Past Perfect<\/em>, published by Wily in 2010, has now been republished as an ebook by Interactive Publications, Brisbane [see here<\/a>].<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n .<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Re-vision There is a moment, somewhere, when I see you. Truly see you.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A gift. …………………………………. \u00a0 Before a glass, a Renaissance self- portrait.\u00a0 Maybe in a courtyard, a Gothic arch Or by a Roman column: unruly curls snaking, your father\u2019s smile.\u00a0 Sicilian sun. ………………………………………………….A fishing harbour, gulls rising through blue, many steps, and you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15820","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other-writers","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15820","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=15820"}],"version-history":[{"count":27,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15848,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15820\/revisions\/15848"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyour father\u2019s smile.\u00a0 Sicilian sun.
\n………………………………………………….<\/span>A fishing harbour,
\ngulls rising through blue, many steps, and you
\ncarry my burden. Ionian light and Jason searching
\nfor himself. \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ………………………<\/span>A spear
\nof light in a dark atrium; you sparkle.\u00a0 The trickle
\nof water.
\n………………………………………………….<\/span>The old so new.<\/p>\n
\nagainst a white wall; always white walls.
\nBlue-and-white tiles and men mending nets.
\nThe voice of the market. Bull-fight roar in the wind.<\/p>\n
\nto cut hot heavy air. A small table:
\nbread on white paper, a knife
\nbeside cheese, sharing stories
\nand red wine thicker than water.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/NGT-front-cover-193x300.jpg\" "\\"NGT")
<\/a>Night’s Glass Table<\/em> is Karen Zelas’s first book of poetry and one of three collections launched at the recent Christchurch Writers’ Festival<\/a>. Published by Australia’s Interactive Press, it also won the Interactive Publications 2012 IP Picks Best First Book<\/strong> competition.<\/p>\n
\nbeside cheese”<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Karen-Zelas-259x300.jpg\" "\\"Karen")
<\/a>A former psychiatrist and psychotherapist, Karen Zelas has been Fiction Editor of Takah\u0113 literary journal for the last five years. Her poetry has been widely published within New Zealand, including in Landfall<\/em>, Poetry New Zealand<\/em>, Takah\u0113<\/em>, pending in JAAM<\/em> and broadcast on radio; also Australian ezines Snorkel<\/em> and Eclecticism<\/em> and recently blogged by Interlitq<\/em> (UK).<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" "\\"TuesPoem\\"")
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