{"id":42761,"date":"2024-12-19T06:30:02","date_gmt":"2024-12-18T17:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=42761"},"modified":"2024-12-18T21:37:22","modified_gmt":"2024-12-18T08:37:22","slug":"songs-from-the-sea-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2024\/12\/19\/songs-from-the-sea-2\/","title":{"rendered":"‘Songs From The Sea’"},"content":{"rendered":"

Songs from the Sea<\/h3>\n

Songs from the sea sighing
\nin beneath the spindrift to the land\u2019s
\ncurve, lying long beneath green bush
\nwhere the nikau palms stand sentinel
\nall along that shining margin
\nbetween sea and land, where the wind
\ngoes walking through the wild grasses
\nand sea birds glide, sailing the currents
\nof the air above shifting saltwater
\ntides, plaintive, melancholy, crying
\nto the wide and empty skies.<\/p>\n

All their songs are sung for you,
\nsough of the wind and sigh of the sea
\nare your lullaby and your requiem
\nwhere you now lie, in the green earth
\nof this country you loved so well
\nthat in your passion to embrace it
\nyou leapt too high, like Icarus flying
\ninto the heart of fire, into the sun \u2013
\nand so fell, back into emptiness
\nbeneath the sky, where quiet now
\nin earth you lie.<\/p>\n

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

Published in Yellow Moon <\/strong><\/em>17 <\/strong>(Australia) 2005<\/p>\n

I wrote this poem in memory of Rod Thornton, aged 27, who died while mountain climbing on New Zealand’s West Coast. I wanted it to speak to his memory and to the landscape of the West Coast, which he loved. I believe it still does.<\/p>\n

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…’that shining margin’…<\/p><\/div>\n

I’m reposting it today, because poetry, like the memories of friends and family members we’ve lost, both need to be revisited.<\/p>\n

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Nikau palms<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Songs from the Sea Songs from the sea sighing in beneath the spindrift to the land\u2019s curve, lying long beneath green bush where the nikau palms stand sentinel all along that shining margin between sea and land, where the wind goes walking through the wild grasses and sea birds glide, sailing the currents of the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42761","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-friends","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42761","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=42761"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42761\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42771,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42761\/revisions\/42771"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42761"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42761"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42761"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}