{"id":369,"date":"2018-05-17T00:16:31","date_gmt":"2018-05-17T00:16:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/poetry\/?p=369"},"modified":"2018-05-17T00:16:31","modified_gmt":"2018-05-17T00:16:31","slug":"morewine-cottage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2018\/05\/17\/morewine-cottage\/","title":{"rendered":"Morewine Cottage"},"content":{"rendered":"

For Kris<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Whenever I can\u2019t sleep<\/p>\n

I think about my nights at Morewine<\/p>\n

smoking illicit cigarettes out of the upstairs window<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The day we hosted Fun Palace<\/p>\n

the generosity, the gentle words<\/p>\n

the quiet sherbet taste of belonging<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We were only there because of you<\/p>\n

your \u201chey, we can do this\u201d<\/p>\n

your \u201chey, wouldn\u2019t it be fun?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This is the house<\/p>\n

where Kylie and Mark fell in love<\/p>\n

where I came to make something of myself<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You made something of me<\/p>\n

the night you painted lines on my back<\/p>\n

and pushed me onto the stage<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I knew nothing of bravery<\/p>\n

but the kaupapa of Morewine is compassion<\/p>\n

courage, encouragement, acceptance<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kaupapa of Morewine<\/p>\n

is the sound of the sea<\/p>\n

the warm salt smell, the sting of the wind in the winter<\/p>\n

the promise of shelter within<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kaupapa of Morewine is an everweaving thread<\/p>\n

of those there, and gone, and those who will be<\/p>\n

It lives beyond walls<\/p>\n

It breathes<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The kaupapa of Morwine is abundance<\/p>\n

wherever I, you, we<\/em> are<\/p>\n

you will fill the glass to the brim<\/p>\n

and we will watch it flow over.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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