{"id":8,"date":"2010-06-01T14:56:40","date_gmt":"2010-06-01T02:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=8"},"modified":"2010-06-08T10:56:57","modified_gmt":"2010-06-07T22:56:57","slug":"tuesday-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2010\/06\/01\/tuesday-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8217;s Tuesday&#8211;and that means that all around the country, and even internationally, poets are posting their Tuesday Poem. And over on the official Tuesday Poem blog, today&#8217;s poem is &#8220;Midnight Sonata&#8221; by Rebekah Tysoe, a second year student studying for a Bachelor of Communications\u00a0at Massey University. You can read Rebekah&#8217;s poem here:\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/2010\/06\/midnight-sonata-by-rebekah-tysoe.html\">http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n<p>In 2003, I won the &#8220;Previously Unpublished&#8221; category of the Robbie Burns Poetry Competiton, on the theme of\u00a0 &#8220;Dunedin&#8221;, with this poem:<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Rain Wild Magic<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Rain, wind, wild, mist<br \/>\nshrouding the harbour<br \/>\nin mystery, wrapping around<br \/>\nhills hidden in half shadow,<br \/>\nwhile the harbour laps<br \/>\nagainst black rocks<br \/>\nand the salt mired spikes<br \/>\nof harakeke where the ducks<br \/>\nhuddle in the lee of this<br \/>\nwilder shore and gulls flock<br \/>\ninto a corner of sea wall\u2014<br \/>\na damp communion<br \/>\nof weather-driven misery.<br \/>\nThe toi fronds dip and bend<br \/>\nabove a leaden tide<br \/>\nas rain slides down<br \/>\nthe light-refracted windscreen,<br \/>\nlies like beads on my face,<br \/>\nwrapping the whole world<br \/>\nin its shroud of mystery,<br \/>\nthat is the spell of Dunedin:<br \/>\na slow, creeping magic of rain<br \/>\nand mist and murky skies<br \/>\nthat steals into your heart<br \/>\nand then your soul,<br \/>\ncatching you unaware,<br \/>\nthat day you wake<br \/>\nand find love there.<\/p>\n<p>(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>When I wrote this poem I was living in Portobello on the Otago Peninsula, which lies between Otago Harbour and the Southern Ocean\u2014a wild place with wilder weather.\u00a0 It&#8217;s an early poem, but I have tried to capture the\u00a0 intensity of place and weather.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s Tuesday\u2014and that means a poem, in keeping with the (newly established) tradition of the Tuesday Poem Blog.<\/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-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","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=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions\/11"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}