{"id":320,"date":"2010-06-29T08:04:54","date_gmt":"2010-06-28T20:04:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=320"},"modified":"2010-06-29T08:04:54","modified_gmt":"2010-06-28T20:04:54","slug":"tuesday-poem-between-by-rhian-gallagher","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2010\/06\/29\/tuesday-poem-between-by-rhian-gallagher\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Between&#8221; by Rhian Gallagher"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Between<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\nClose in and distant, you had me<br \/>\nkite on the cord of your touch,<br \/>\nwhichever way you moved<br \/>\nI was swept, arrested,<br \/>\ntwin to your anthem.<\/p>\n<p>II<br \/>\nBetween question<br \/>\nand response, between poise<br \/>\nand disarray<\/p>\n<p>in slants of London light<br \/>\nin the autumn voice of Joni Mitchell<br \/>\nmid-passage, on our walks<br \/>\nacross Brooklyn Bridge<\/p>\n<p>between one country and another<br \/>\ntwo zones to every hour<br \/>\nbody in to body, that fit,<\/p>\n<p>between the letting go and hold,<br \/>\nyour hand all night upon my hip.<\/p>\n<p>(c) Rhian Gallagher<\/p>\n<p>Published, <em>Bravado<\/em> 15<\/p>\n<p>Rhian Gallagher attended the Original            Composition course at Victoria University of Wellington, before moving to London where she completed a BA at London University, and Post-Graduate            Diploma in Printing and Publishing at the London School of Printing.            Her            first collection, <em>Salt Water Creek<\/em>, published by Enitharmon (London)            in June 2003, was short-listed for the Forward Prize for Best First            Collection. Rhian is currently living in her hometown of Timaru and working on a\u00a0 second collection.<\/p>\n<p>I read this poem in <em>Bravado 15<\/em> and loved it; otherwise I will let the poem speak for itself, which I feel it does very well without any aid from me &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Between I Close in and distant, you had me kite on the cord of your touch, whichever way you moved I was swept, arrested, twin to your anthem. II Between question and response, between poise and disarray in slants of London light in the autumn voice of Joni Mitchell mid-passage, on our walks across Brooklyn [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-320","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/320","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=320"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/320\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":329,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/320\/revisions\/329"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=320"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=320"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=320"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}