Kia ora ki katoa [Greetings to all].
Cornered by Coronavirus here in Aotearoa New Zealand, I wonder if any other Flying Islands contributors are Kiwi and might wish to share a reading, even if it is via Zoom...? Looks like we will be here for a while, despite escape plans being drawn...
Meanwhile a poem to warm everyone up, eh.
good old summer
summer
came
back
with
a HUGE
grin
s p
r e a
d e a
g l e d
all
over its face;
a
panjandrum
paintbrush
of
lucent hues
imbued
with
emollient
flourish.
its
chortling
prodigal
sun
flayed
us all
i
n
t
o
happy submission -
skin
peeling,
smiles
reeling,
balmy
healing,
&
a
sort of
ubiquitous
mellow
cadence
crooning
through us all -
that
winters’
frigid
casuistry
had forced
us
to forget.
My daughter Pauline Canlas Wu - in Hong Kong - is the artist.
Te pai katoa [All the best].
Vaughan Rapatahana
in summer go under whole skies of grass
ReplyDeleteby leaf go
collect against the drought
and someone to the top of a blade
abandoned to the bottle, swim
briefly, with the stars now
conjure
make dust or mud to suit
come wings
none least
but all to skin
ceaseless expansion
trip or traipse
bite, sting
in summer beside
midnight in
slothly
peel me
moisten
and place me under languorous fan
in shades
too bright the year when new
all running repairs
light blessings
fire fearful in the darkest
and briefly briefly
day from the nearly south now
in not-a-prayer for shade or breeze
forage in summer when everything grows
it’s all cicada-say
and frogsong till first up
dress lightly
if at all