{"id":30376,"date":"2015-10-27T06:30:51","date_gmt":"2015-10-26T17:30:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=30376"},"modified":"2015-10-26T20:24:34","modified_gmt":"2015-10-26T07:24:34","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-homing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/10\/27\/the-tuesday-poem-homing\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: Homing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Homing
\n.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

He hears it, in every slap<\/p>\n

of wave against wood,<\/p>\n

as the ship cleaves water<\/p>\n

like a seabird, hears the word<\/p>\n

that he has hungered for<\/p>\n

through the lost years,<\/p>\n

whispered to him now<\/p>\n

by the sea as it bears him up,<\/p>\n

speeds him on like a lover<\/p>\n

to the consummation<\/p>\n

of his long-held dream<\/p>\n

of home:\u00a0 home<\/em>, lilts the sea,<\/p>\n

soft as a lullaby, and home<\/em>,<\/p>\n

sings the wind, slipping<\/p>\n

through rigging, soothing<\/p>\n

him to rest, not to wake<\/p>\n

even as a clear dawn<\/p>\n

pares away night, reveals<\/p>\n

rocky shores and a green crag<\/p>\n

rising, not even to stir<\/p>\n

when they lift him<\/p>\n

over the bulwark and down,<\/p>\n

splashing through shallows<\/p>\n

to leave him on shadowed sand,<\/p>\n

tender as a child smiling<\/p>\n

in his sleep, and dreaming,<\/p>\n

dreaming still<\/p>\n

of the long returning.
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

Published in JAAM 26 <\/em><\/strong>2008<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

This week I’m continuing the classical theme and featuring another poem from my own Ithaca Conversations<\/strong> sequence, which, as noted last week<\/a>,\u00a0reflects my long-held love of myth and legend.<\/p>\n

\"TuesPoem\"<\/a>To read this week\u2019s poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong>, and other great poems featured by fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Homing . He hears it, in every slap of wave against wood, as the ship cleaves water like a seabird, hears the word that he has hungered for through the lost years, whispered to him now by the sea as it bears him up, speeds him on like a lover to the consummation of his […]<\/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-30376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30376","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=30376"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30378,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30376\/revisions\/30378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}