{"id":21834,"date":"2013-08-13T06:30:33","date_gmt":"2013-08-12T18:30:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=21834"},"modified":"2013-08-12T23:22:19","modified_gmt":"2013-08-12T11:22:19","slug":"tuesday-poem-the-trojan-shore-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2013\/08\/13\/tuesday-poem-the-trojan-shore-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: “The Trojan Shore”"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Trojan Shore<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonight, the wind blows bitter
\nfrom the stony heights
\nbeyond the city, gusts
\nat the thousand cook-fires,
\nlifts dust and grit from the plain,
\ndriving through tent flaps
\nand into eyes, rank
\nwith the stench of a siege camp \u2013
\ncombined sweat, wounds and excrement
\nassault every sense, beat at him
\nwhere he stands apart,
\none more shadow on the beach,
\none hand pushed hard
\nagainst his black prowed ship
\nwhile his eyes strain towards
\nthe long horizon, strive
\nto see beyond it to the forsaken wife
\nand unknown child, to the island
\nhidden behind rising wind and wave \u2013
\nlost, all lost now, abandoned
\nfor barren conflict
\nalong the Trojan shore.<\/p>\n

(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n

Published in JAAM 2008<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

I am currently organising a new Tuesday Poem series featuring poems themed around “war” and to bridge between that and my previous “Legendary” series, I thought I would repost The Trojan Shore<\/em> (first posted in May last year.) Like last week’s poem The Wayfarer<\/a>, this poem is from my Ithaca Conversations<\/strong> sequence. I feel this poem also resonates with my recent BookSworn post, When Characters We Love Die<\/a>, where I discuss a few of my thoughts around war and realism in relation to fantasy fiction<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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The Trojan Shore Tonight, the wind blows bitter from the stony heights beyond the city, gusts at the thousand cook-fires, lifts dust and grit from the plain, driving through tent flaps and into eyes, rank with the stench of a siege camp \u2013 combined sweat, wounds and excrement assault every sense, beat at him where […]<\/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-21834","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21834","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=21834"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21840,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21834\/revisions\/21840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}