{"id":5983,"date":"2011-06-07T12:30:22","date_gmt":"2011-06-07T00:30:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=5983"},"modified":"2011-06-07T09:41:41","modified_gmt":"2011-06-06T21:41:41","slug":"a-year-of-the-tuesday-poem-from-the-hill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/06\/07\/a-year-of-the-tuesday-poem-from-the-hill\/","title":{"rendered":"A Year of The Tuesday Poem: &#8220;from the hill&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p><strong>from the hill<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>boats turn<br \/>\nat their moorings,<br \/>\nfacing into the wind:<\/p>\n<p><em>I can see every<br \/>\nshift in the weather<br \/>\nfrom up here,<\/em><br \/>\nshe says, standing<br \/>\nat my shoulder \u2014<br \/>\n<em>the boats better<br \/>\nthan any<br \/>\nweathervane&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>we take our tea<br \/>\nout, onto a deck<br \/>\nmade of timber<br \/>\nfrom old hulks<br \/>\ndredged out<br \/>\nof harbour mud,<br \/>\nshe speaks<br \/>\nof the home to<br \/>\nwhich she does<br \/>\nnot return, of the<br \/>\nmuch younger man<br \/>\nwho will not let<br \/>\nher go \u2014 nor she him \u2014<br \/>\nturns again to watch<br \/>\nthe boats, talks<br \/>\nof a change<br \/>\nin the wind.<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>first published in <strong>Takahe 62<\/strong>, 2007<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Today is the &#8220;Tuesday&#8221; anniversary of my first official post as a Tuesday poet, which took place on 8 June 2010, so it seemed fitting to post one of my own poems, which I hope you enjoy.<\/p>\n<p>To enjoy more Tuesday poems and in particular the poetry of my friend <strong>Richard von Sturmer<\/strong>, featured on the <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong><\/a> today\u2014as well as to link to other Tuesday Poets posting around the world\u2014either click <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\">here<\/a><\/strong> or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>from the hill boats turn at their moorings, facing into the wind: I can see every shift in the weather from up here, she says, standing at my shoulder \u2014 the boats better than any weathervane&#8230; we take our tea out, onto a deck made of timber from old hulks dredged out of harbour mud, [&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-5983","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5983","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=5983"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5983\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5989,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5983\/revisions\/5989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5983"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5983"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5983"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}