{"id":42805,"date":"2025-01-06T12:06:14","date_gmt":"2025-01-05T23:06:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=42805"},"modified":"2025-01-06T12:06:31","modified_gmt":"2025-01-05T23:06:31","slug":"heat-a-poem-for-summer-kim-falconer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2025\/01\/06\/heat-a-poem-for-summer-kim-falconer\/","title":{"rendered":"“Heat” — A Poem for Summer, Reprised for Kim Falconer :)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Heat<\/h3>\n

Birds wheel, raucous<\/p>\n

on the cool air<\/p>\n

that will shortly burn away<\/p>\n

as sun muscles<\/p>\n

through the tracery of leaves<\/p>\n

outside my window, its<\/p>\n

heat hurled like arrows<\/p>\n

shot by some elder god,<\/p>\n

harsher than the cacophony<\/p>\n

of birds darting<\/p>\n

through the green, their wings<\/p>\n

limned against a blue<\/p>\n

that is already transmuting<\/p>\n

from crystal to crucible<\/p>\n

as dawn evaporates<\/p>\n

into the vanishing point<\/p>\n

of summer\u2026
\n.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Helen Lowe<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

The current NZ summer is under the sway of the sou’wester, which means it’s cool and bleak — but friend and fellow Supernatural Underground<\/a> author, Kim Falconer, has been writing to me about the heat where she lives in northern New South Wales (Australia.)<\/p>\n

\"\"

The eternal sunshine of hotter climes<\/p><\/div>\n

As this poem was written in response to exactly that heat, as experienced in Queensland, it seemed a good time to reprise it.<\/p>\n

Otherwise, I’m busy doing tax stuff. Hardly a fun start to the new year, but it needs to be done and I prefer to get it done and dusted now, immediately following the break, rather than build up writing momentum only to stop again.<\/p>\n

\"\"

Cooler climes but still with charm — wish I was there and not doing paperwork!<\/p><\/div>\n

So if you’re still on holiday, or having a relatively relaxed return-to-work, spare a thought for yours truly. You probably won’t find me, though, since my sector of Nu Zild is engulfed by the storm clouds of tax-related gloom and despair. (Tax and related matters being the antithesis of the Life Creative, you understand.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Heat Birds wheel, raucous on the cool air that will shortly burn away as sun muscles through the tracery of leaves outside my window, its heat hurled like arrows shot by some elder god, harsher than the cacophony of birds darting through the green, their wings limned against a blue that is already transmuting from […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42805","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other-writers","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805","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=42805"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42809,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42805\/revisions\/42809"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}