Tauranga is twenty minutes drive from where I live.
The other night I went to a poetry evening in Tauranga, where there was an open mike as well as a few featured poets.
The Maiden’s Song
she watches the sky
not for the stars – for the chocolate syrup they swim in,
in a graveyard
the rough stonework comforts her as she lays her cheeks
seeking their chill.
clothed in the black cloth of love’s embrace
over a pastel dress
she sings as
she accepts the kiss of a meat tenderizer,
cattails hold tightly her hands
lest they lose her Human Touch
as it hums from under a Scotsman’s kilt
and works the warm earth for its bounty,
the slap of a beaver tail,
a bruise from a Bo,
blue cloud dragons,
tattoos of a pirate life,
viewing the world through an octopus’ eyes,
pieces of her rubik’s cube
kept jumbled on purpose,
a skipper of stones
her ripples turn my mountains
The Maiden’s Song was inspired by this photo of mine and a discussion that arose from it.
sing the blood of a thousand heartbreaks
through hollowed wood
recounting every beat,
riding the salt and pepper
calling Bottesini to rise
as the C note sinks low and mournful
into the earth
The header was taken from the car looking across the water, as we came in to town.
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