{"id":30210,"date":"2015-10-06T06:30:58","date_gmt":"2015-10-05T17:30:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=30210"},"modified":"2015-10-05T20:31:51","modified_gmt":"2015-10-05T07:31:51","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-from-the-hill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/10\/06\/the-tuesday-poem-from-the-hill\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: &#8220;from the hill&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>from the hill<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>boats turn<br \/>\nat their moorings,<br \/>\nfacing into the wind:<\/p>\n<p><em>I can see every<br \/>\nshift in the weather<br \/>\nfrom up here,<\/em><br \/>\nshe says, standing<br \/>\nat my shoulder \u2014<br \/>\n<em>the boats better<br \/>\nthan any<br \/>\nweathervane\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p>we take our tea<br \/>\nout, onto a deck<br \/>\nmade of timber<br \/>\nfrom old hulks<br \/>\ndredged out<br \/>\nof harbour mud,<br \/>\nshe speaks<br \/>\nof the home to<br \/>\nwhich she does<br \/>\nnot return, of the<br \/>\nmuch younger man<br \/>\nwho will not let<br \/>\nher go \u2014 nor she him \u2014<br \/>\nturns again to watch<br \/>\nthe boats, talks<br \/>\nof a change<br \/>\nin the wind.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>first published in <strong>Takahe 62<\/strong>, 2007<\/p>\n<p>\u2014<\/p>\n<p>When I reread this poem and realised that it is eight years since it was published, I thought it really was time I shared it with the world again&#8212;hence the Tuesday Poem slot today. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>To read this week&#8217;s poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong>, and other great poems featured by fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>from the hill boats turn at their moorings, facing into the wind: I can see every shift in the weather from up here, she says, standing at my shoulder \u2014 the boats better than any weathervane\u2026 we take our tea out, onto a deck made of timber from old hulks dredged out of harbour mud, [&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-30210","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30210","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=30210"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30210\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30213,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30210\/revisions\/30213"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}