{"id":29769,"date":"2015-08-04T06:30:20","date_gmt":"2015-08-03T18:30:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=29769"},"modified":"2015-08-02T18:31:00","modified_gmt":"2015-08-02T06:31:00","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-fey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/08\/04\/the-tuesday-poem-fey\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: Fey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Fey<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>your door<br \/>\nstands open still<br \/>\nat dusk, your light<br \/>\na moth\u2019s antenna<br \/>\nacross<br \/>\nshadowed lawn<\/p>\n<p>bare feet rustle<br \/>\nin last year\u2019s<br \/>\nleaf drift, a wind<br \/>\nsways<br \/>\nthrough naked trees<\/p>\n<p>you say<br \/>\nyou will hang<br \/>\na cricket cage<br \/>\nabove your lintel,<br \/>\nburn apple wood<br \/>\nin the grate \u2013<br \/>\ndance, the circle<br \/>\nof your skirt<br \/>\nreflecting<br \/>\nthe moon\u2019s dark face<\/p>\n<p>I ride<br \/>\na rocking horse<br \/>\nwith patchwork eyes,<br \/>\nsteal<br \/>\nthrough your door<br \/>\nto the cold-stone hearth \u2013<br \/>\ndream<br \/>\nof dervish footsteps<br \/>\nhurdy-gurdy trees<\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>Highly Commended, Takahe National Poetry Competition 2008<br \/>\nPublished in <strong>Takahe 68<\/strong>, December 2009<\/p>\n<p>\u2014<\/p>\n<p>I think of this as an autumn poem, but somehow, with our Southern Hemisphere winter turning toward spring again, it suits both my mood and the season.<\/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>Don&#8217;t forget to read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world&#8212;just click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fey your door stands open still at dusk, your light a moth\u2019s antenna across shadowed lawn bare feet rustle in last year\u2019s 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 [&hellip;]<\/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-29769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29769","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=29769"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29769\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29770,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29769\/revisions\/29770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}