{"id":7134,"date":"2011-08-02T07:00:50","date_gmt":"2011-08-01T19:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=7134"},"modified":"2021-02-23T22:14:08","modified_gmt":"2021-02-23T09:14:08","slug":"tuesday-poem-the-sparrows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/02\/tuesday-poem-the-sparrows\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: The Sparrows"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>The Sparrows<\/h3>\n<p>I meant it to be a poem about sparrows<br \/>\nand how the silence that followed<br \/>\nthe February 22nd earthquake<br \/>\nincluded their absent voices &#8212;<br \/>\n&amp; not just sparrows but the starlings<br \/>\nand blackbirds, the finches and wax-eyes<br \/>\nthat normally fill the day with their bustle<br \/>\nabout the business of living &#8230;<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\"> &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span> all fallen silent,<br \/>\nhidden away, or gone further to find food<br \/>\nsince half the city was covered<br \/>\nin a slick of water and mud. I threw<br \/>\nold bread onto the island of grass<br \/>\nin our own grey sea and waited \u2026<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\"> &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..\u2026<\/span> and waited.<\/p>\n<p>And then, finally, they came<br \/>\ntheir wings clouding the sun.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><br \/>\n\u00a9 Helen Lowe, 2011<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a> or on the <strong>Quill<\/strong> <strong>icon<\/strong> in the sidebar.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Sparrows I meant it to be a poem about sparrows and how the silence that followed the February 22nd earthquake included their absent voices &#8212; &amp; not just sparrows but the starlings and blackbirds, the finches and wax-eyes that normally fill the day with their bustle about the business of living &#8230; &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;. all [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-earthquakepoems","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7134","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=7134"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7134\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38951,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7134\/revisions\/38951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}