{"id":30822,"date":"2015-12-22T06:30:51","date_gmt":"2015-12-21T17:30:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=30822"},"modified":"2015-12-20T21:45:20","modified_gmt":"2015-12-20T08:45:20","slug":"the-curve-of-the-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2015\/12\/22\/the-curve-of-the-world\/","title":{"rendered":"The Curve Of the World"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>The Curve of the World<\/h3>\n<p>Summer breathes<br \/>\nthrough marram grass, salt-tough<br \/>\nwhere the southerly whips in<br \/>\noff the Pacific, light &amp;<br \/>\nshadow all the way out<br \/>\nto the distant smudge<br \/>\nof albatross feeding\u2014at night<br \/>\nyou see lights dance,<br \/>\nsquid boats fishing<br \/>\nthe same spot.<br \/>\nThe larger ships, too,<br \/>\nfollow the albatross road,<br \/>\ntall towers disappearing<br \/>\nbeneath the curve<br \/>\nof the world \u2026<\/p>\n<p>The wind sweeps in, recounts<br \/>\ntales of ships, albatross,<br \/>\nmen with eyes bleached<br \/>\nto seams \u2026 tells<br \/>\nit all to the salt grass<br \/>\nand driftwood piled<br \/>\ninto a beach fire\u2014<\/p>\n<p>smoke wavers upward<br \/>\nin a thin stream, dissipates<br \/>\ninto the gulf<br \/>\nof sky.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Published in JAAM 27: <em>Wanderings<\/em>, ed. Ingrid Horrocks,\u00a0 2009<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Last week, I sadly bade farewell to five years as part of The Tuesday Poem community. The farewell post from the community can be read on the Hub:<\/p>\n<h3><em><a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.co.nz\/2015\/12\/and-i-know-now-what-i-didnt-know-then_15.html\" target=\"_blank\">And I Know Now What I Didn&#8217;t Know Then<\/a><\/em><\/h3>\n<p><em>The Curve Of the World<\/em> is a poem I feel captures the sense of journeys, but also of endings. So through poetry, I hope it may fittingly mark my salutation and farewell to The Tuesday Poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Curve of the World Summer breathes through marram grass, salt-tough where the southerly whips in off the Pacific, light &amp; shadow all the way out to the distant smudge of albatross feeding\u2014at night you see lights dance, squid boats fishing the same spot. The larger ships, too, follow the albatross road, tall towers disappearing [&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-30822","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30822","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=30822"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30822\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30828,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30822\/revisions\/30828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30822"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30822"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30822"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}