{"id":2751,"date":"2010-12-14T06:30:40","date_gmt":"2010-12-13T17:30:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=2751"},"modified":"2010-12-12T14:07:07","modified_gmt":"2010-12-12T01:07:07","slug":"tuesday-poem-fey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2010\/12\/14\/tuesday-poem-fey\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: “Fey”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Fey<\/strong><\/p>\n

your door
\nstands open still
\nat dusk, your light
\na moth’s antenna
\nacross
\nshadowed lawn<\/p>\n

bare feet rustle
\nin last year’s
\nleaf drift, a wind
\nsways
\nthrough naked trees<\/p>\n

you say
\nyou will hang
\na cricket cage
\nabove your lintel,
\nburn apple wood
\nin the grate \u2013
\ndance, the circle
\nof your skirt
\nreflecting
\nthe moon’s dark face<\/p>\n

I ride
\na rocking horse
\nwith patchwork eyes,
\nsteal
\nthrough your door
\nto the cold-stone hearth \u2013
\ndream
\nof dervish footsteps
\nhurdy-gurdy trees<\/p>\n

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

Highly Commended, Takahe National Poetry Competition 2008
\nPublished in Takahe 68<\/strong><\/span>, December 2009<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Yesterday, Helen Rickerby<\/strong><\/a> was my guest here on “… Anything, Really”, <\/em>posting on the evolution of the recently published JAAM 28: <\/a><\/strong>Dance Dance Dance<\/a><\/strong>.\u00a0 Fey <\/em>was not eligible for submission to JAAM because it had already been published in Takahe<\/strong><\/a>—but it remains one of my favourite “dance” poems, which I would like to share with you today in honour of Dance Dance Dance.<\/em><\/p>\n

As part of the Tuesday Poem Blog’s<\/strong><\/a> celebration of Christmas, Tuesday poets are pairing up to feature poems by their “partner poet” for next Tuesday, 21 December. I am really pleased to be paired with Helen Rickerby and look forward to bringing you her poem next week.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

To read today’s featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Blog<\/strong>\u2014and link to other Tuesday Poets posting around NZ and the world\u2014either click here<\/strong><\/a> or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Fey your door stands open still at dusk, your light a moth’s antenna across shadowed lawn bare feet rustle in last year’s leaf drift, a wind sways through naked trees you say you will hang a cricket cage above your lintel, burn apple wood in the grate \u2013 dance, the circle of your skirt reflecting […]<\/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-2751","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2751","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=2751"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2751\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2758,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2751\/revisions\/2758"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2751"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2751"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2751"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}