A Year of The Tuesday Poem: "from the hill"

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 —

the boats better

than any

weathervane…

we take our tea

out, onto a deck

made of timber

from old hulks

dredged out

of harbour mud,

she speaks

of the home to

which she does

not return, of the

much younger man

who will not let

her go — nor she him —

turns again to watch

the boats, talks

of a change

in the wind.

.

(c) Helen Lowe

first published in Takahe 62, 2007

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Today is the "Tuesday" 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.

To enjoy more Tuesday poems and in particular the poetry of my friend Richard von Sturmer, featured on the Tuesday Poem Hub today—as well as to link to other Tuesday Poets posting around the world—either click here or on the Quill icon in the sidebar.