{"id":30431,"date":"2015-11-03T06:30:30","date_gmt":"2015-11-02T17:30:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=30431"},"modified":"2015-11-02T20:43:50","modified_gmt":"2015-11-02T07:43:50","slug":"the-tuesday-poem-penelope-dreaming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/11\/03\/the-tuesday-poem-penelope-dreaming\/","title":{"rendered":"The Tuesday Poem: Penelope Dreaming"},"content":{"rendered":"

Penelope Dreaming<\/strong><\/p>\n

He made this bed you know,
\ncrafted first from the aged olive,
\nthen joined to its hoary brother \u2013
\nits leaves still sing
\nof winds no longer blowing;
\nI feel it stir, murmur
\nin that phantom breeze
\nwhen I lie here, as if in your arms
\nmy husband, my beloved, my lover,
\nwaiting for the first light
\nto ambush me, waiting \u2026<\/p>\n

I hear your voice sigh
\nout of the deep ocean, and sink
\nwith it, down to where you hide,
\nan apparition spun out of leaves,
\nsilvered bark and light, gnarled
\nand twisted as Old Man olive,
\ntimeworn, shifting to every wind,
\nforever slipping away
\nfrom my outstretched arms,
\nmy eager touch,
\nelusive as leaf shadow, dappled
\nchimaera of heart\u2019s longing.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Helen Lowe<\/p>\n

Published in Broadsheet<\/em> 7<\/em>, 2011<\/p>\n

Featured on Michelle Elvy’s Glow Worm Blog, March 4, 2014<\/a><\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

As I said (among other observations) when Michelle featured this poem last year:<\/p>\n

“The\u00a0Ithaca Conversations<\/b>\u00a0sequence reflects my long held love of myth and legend … Like all the poems in the\u00a0Ithaca Conversations <\/b>sequence,\u00a0<\/em>Penelope Dreaming\u00a0provides a slant into the Odysseus legend, in this case from the perspective of the wayfarer\u2019s wife, left behind on Ithaca with her son, Telemachus. I have long had an interest in Penelope, exploring several perspectives on what her \u2018story\u2019 could be. Another of these, titled simply\u00a0Ithaca, appeared in short story form in <\/em>JAAM 26, edited by Tim Jones.”<\/em><\/p>\n

—<\/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":"

Penelope Dreaming He made this bed you know, crafted first from the aged olive, then joined to its hoary brother \u2013 its leaves still sing of winds no longer blowing; I feel it stir, murmur in that phantom breeze when I lie here, as if in your arms my husband, my beloved, my lover, waiting […]<\/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-30431","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30431","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=30431"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30431\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30432,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30431\/revisions\/30432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}