{"id":29378,"date":"2015-06-16T06:30:11","date_gmt":"2015-06-15T18:30:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=29378"},"modified":"2015-06-15T22:08:25","modified_gmt":"2015-06-15T10:08:25","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-refeaturing-frankie-mcmillan-out-of-the-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/06\/16\/the-tuesday-poem-refeaturing-frankie-mcmillan-out-of-the-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: Refeaturing Frankie McMillan — “Out of the blue”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Out of the blue<\/strong><\/p>\n

On a morning when I stare
\nat small things<\/p>\n

like the curve of a spoon
\nor light on a white rimmed plate<\/p>\n

you ring, breathless
\nwith talk of wild pigs,<\/p>\n

how they swept down
\nfrom the Aorere Hills<\/p>\n

on a moonlit night
\nto ravage your garden \u2013<\/p>\n

the winter cabbages
\npale roots upended<\/p>\n

like ghostly masts.<\/p>\n

Once our mother buried
\nbroken china in the ground<\/p>\n

blue willow\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0blue willow<\/em><\/p>\n

now you pick shards from the mud
\nthe lovers, you say, still wave<\/p>\n

from the arching bridge.
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Frankie McMillan
\nfrom<\/em> Dressing for the Cannibals<\/strong> (Sudden Valley Press) 2009<\/p>\n

Re-published here with permission of the poet.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

About The Poem:<\/h3>\n

I am currently engaged\u00a0 in the process of re-posting poets who have had multiple poems featured here on \u201c\u2026Anything, Really\u201d <\/em>, or by me on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/a>, since I joined the Tuesday Poem community in June 2010.<\/p>\n

Today I am delighted to reintroduce the wonderful Frankie McMillan. When I first featured Out of the blue<\/em>, way awa’ back in 2010, I observed that:<\/p>\n

“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. Out of the blue is a vignette that describes a small moment in time, but at the same time captures something much larger, the paradox of life\u2019s impermanence and continuity caught in the same poem.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Out of the blue<\/em> remains one of my favourites among Frankie’s poems.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

About The Poet:<\/strong><\/h3>\n

\"NoHorsesCover\"<\/a>Frankie McMillan<\/strong> is the author of The Bag Lady\u2019s Picnic and other stories<\/strong>,<\/em> and a poetry collection, Dressing for the Cannibals<\/em><\/strong>. In 2005 she was awarded the Creative NZ Todd Bursary. In 2008 and 2009 her work was selected for the Best NZ Fiction<\/strong> anthologies. Other awards include winner of the New Zealand Poetry Society International Competition (2009) and the NZ National Flash Fiction award (2013). In 2014 she held an Ursula Bethell writing residency at Canterbury University. Her second book of poetry, There Are No Horses in Heaven<\/em><\/strong> was published by Canterbury University Press in March, 2015.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

\"TuesPoem\"<\/a>To read the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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