{"id":27293,"date":"2014-11-18T06:30:28","date_gmt":"2014-11-17T17:30:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=27293"},"modified":"2014-11-16T22:23:27","modified_gmt":"2014-11-16T09:23:27","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-one-day-from-the-ithaca-conversations-sequence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2014\/11\/18\/the-tuesday-poem-one-day-from-the-ithaca-conversations-sequence\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: &#8220;One Day&#8221;, from the Ithaca Conversations Sequence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>One Day<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He sits in the wide door to his father&#8217;s house,<br \/>\nplaying with toys,<br \/>\ncrudely painted soldiers with gilded helms,<br \/>\ngleaming in the sun.<\/p>\n<p>His nurse tells him he is a prince,<br \/>\nwill be a king some day, and a warrior;<br \/>\nhis mother stoops, whispers,<br \/>\ntells him of his father who is king,<br \/>\nlong lost, long sought,<br \/>\nlonged for \u2026<\/p>\n<p>One day, she murmurs,<br \/>\nlips soft against his sun-warmed hair,<br \/>\none day\u2014a world full of longing,<br \/>\nechoes of an endless sea,<br \/>\nall encompassing.<\/p>\n<p>After, he will always see her thus:<br \/>\nstanding in the empty door<br \/>\nwith her eyes turned outward,<br \/>\nhear the murmur reflected<br \/>\nin every lineament\u2014<br \/>\none day.<\/p>\n<p>It will cling to his shadow like the sea,<br \/>\npace at his heels down every road<br \/>\nof the dream long held to, pursued<br \/>\nthrough the length of years<br \/>\nand breathed into his heart<br \/>\nwith a brightness of sun motes, dancing<br \/>\nin that long ago doorway\u2014<br \/>\none day:<\/p>\n<p>One day.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><br \/>\n(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>Published in <strong>International Literary Quarterly<\/strong> 14, February 2011<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><em>One Day<\/em> is a poem from my <strong>Ithaca Conversations<\/strong> sequence, a slant-wise (to paraphrase Emily Dickinson) look at characters and events from Homer&#8217;s <strong><em>The Odyssey<\/em><\/strong>. The &#8220;voice&#8221; in this particular poem is that of Telemachus, Odyssues and Penelope&#8217;s son.<\/p>\n<p>I was prompted to feature <em>One Day<\/em> when\u00a0regular commenter and <a href=\"http:\/\/sfsignal.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">SF Signal<\/a> stalwart, Paul Weimer, remarked that <a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2014\/11\/15\/inside-middle-earth-west-coast-nikau-palms\/\" target=\"_blank\">Saturday&#8217;s post (which featured nikau palms)<\/a> constituted <em>&#8220;more evidence I need to visit NZ&#8221;:\u00a0 <\/em>To which I replied that I hoped he would, &#8220;one day.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I hope you may enjoy the poem.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/30\/tuesday-poem-enchantress-of-numbers-by-helen-rickerby\/tuespoem\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7519\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-7519\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" alt=\"TuesPoem\" width=\"120\" height=\"107\" \/><\/a>To check out the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a> or on the <strong>Quill<\/strong> <strong>icon <\/strong>in the sidebar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One Day He sits in the wide door to his father&#8217;s house, playing with toys, crudely painted soldiers with gilded helms, gleaming in the sun. 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