Maori Myths - Hine Hukatere
I thought it was about time I contributed something here, but have been racking my brains trying to think what to post, so I thought I'd just go with a little story I found a while back that I'm completely in love with.
A few years ago I was in New Zealand, and it's hard not to become utterly interested in the Maori history and of course their legends & mythology. Of course they've still got such a wonderful nature-based element to them... and when you're actually there you can feel the land just oozing it all. So I was searching around the internet reading up on various texts and came across the story of Hine Hukatere, and I utterly fell in love with it. Remarkably, a few elements in it relate to a piece of poetry I'd written a long time ago/was working on (you know how it can be ;), which blew me away completely.
I wanted to post this here because there's a tendency to not come across some of these myths from smaller communities, and the ones from the Pacific region just seem so fresh and alive for some reason... it's interesting, because that sort of vibe is still so prevalent in the culture there today.
Hine Hukatere Myth
From: http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/Shores/9338/godrel.htm
By Hana Weka
Nestled among the rocky folds of the mighty Aorangi mountain is a white river of ice that creeps very slowly towards its father, Tangaroa. When the air is still and the sky is newly sprinkled with stars, a snow maiden picks her way through the debris and peers into the icy crevices of the glacier.
"Wawe," she calls. "Wawe, " she murmurs. "Where are you?"
Her voice is so chilly that those who have heard her calling have shuddered with dread and have held tight to each other saying, "It is Hine Hukatere, the snow maiden. She still looks for Wawe, her own true love."
"How can that be?" says someone.
"I'll tell you," says the One-who-knows.
Many years ago Hine Hukatere saw a young man walking in the foothills of Aorangi looking for cutting stones. He was very charming and she was so beautiful that they soon fell in love. However, every time Wawe tried to touch the Snow Maiden, she screamed in pain because his warm hands would melt her skin. Wawe would spring back in shock because she was so cold that his fingers would freeze instantly.
One day, Hine asked wawe if he would go with her high into the mountains to ask Aorangi for warm breath and pink cheeks just like his.
Wawe was overjoyed and readily agreed and so they set out across the foothills and up into the mountain. As they climbed Wawe became afraid. His ancestors had forbidden everyone from climbing Aorangi. It was the home of the tribal gods who jealously guarded their resting place. Higher and higher they went. The air grew cold and thin. Hine Hukatere called to Wawe, "Isn't it beautiful? Could we not live up here together?"
Wawe was too cold to reply. His fingers and toes were numb. His face was blue and his eyelids were heavy with snow. He slowly turned to Hine and saw her skipping with pleasure over the snowy ground.
"Come on Wawe, not far to go."
"Wawe, not far to go."
Wawe stumbled towards her voice. He heard Tawhiri Matea scream in his head. "Get off this mountain, you mortal!"
He felt Hine touch his hand as Tawhiri Matea pushed him off the edge of the path. As he fell Hine Hukatere shook millions of snowflakes from her fingers so that Wawe would fall into their softness. But Tawhiri Matea blew the snowflakes over the mountain and Wawe plunged down to his death.
Hine Hukatere never leaves the mountains now. Nor does she seek the company of people anymore. Instead she wanders along the white river of ice peering between the thick blocks and walls hoping to find Wawe again.
And as she goes she cries and her tears are ice that fall into the glacier and move it ever so slowly towards Tangaroa.
*
What the heck, I'll post the poem I wrote. ;) I ended up dedicating it to Hine as it just seemed like the right thing to do. :)
Ice Blessed Skin
For Hine Hukatere & a prophet child.
I don't love the skin I'm in.
The rashes on the surface send my nails to skim
And rouge the dim of straggling skin.
Only,
You broke the surface like a tin.
And water above the ice seeped through
Bending this way and that across a limb,
You'd broken in.
The opposite of my palm was torn, but this wound
Was your entrance to within.
Your exposé had let the world come
And beat me on the chin -- wake up!
We’ve seen what you’ve seen, we’ve been where you’ve been.
You always knew you were the Ice King --
The breath giver
That transformed my water akin.
The prisoner of a war,
That always held the will to win.
In garden towns, by a fence, and a village house we sat,
And the din!
The noise,
The ravaging of the Spheres sank through both our ears
As our minds met through ice and skin.
Emerald soft streaks of light encircled us,
Piercing as a thin glow
In the form of a pin.
This energy, your yang to my yin
And my skeleton of ice, rocky and slim,
Melted down as heat burned from your within,
Expelled from the core to the rim of your skin --
Where it transferred to me, and now I can swim.
A few years ago I was in New Zealand, and it's hard not to become utterly interested in the Maori history and of course their legends & mythology. Of course they've still got such a wonderful nature-based element to them... and when you're actually there you can feel the land just oozing it all. So I was searching around the internet reading up on various texts and came across the story of Hine Hukatere, and I utterly fell in love with it. Remarkably, a few elements in it relate to a piece of poetry I'd written a long time ago/was working on (you know how it can be ;), which blew me away completely.
I wanted to post this here because there's a tendency to not come across some of these myths from smaller communities, and the ones from the Pacific region just seem so fresh and alive for some reason... it's interesting, because that sort of vibe is still so prevalent in the culture there today.
Hine Hukatere Myth
From: http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/Shores/9338/godrel.htm
By Hana Weka
Nestled among the rocky folds of the mighty Aorangi mountain is a white river of ice that creeps very slowly towards its father, Tangaroa. When the air is still and the sky is newly sprinkled with stars, a snow maiden picks her way through the debris and peers into the icy crevices of the glacier.
"Wawe," she calls. "Wawe, " she murmurs. "Where are you?"
Her voice is so chilly that those who have heard her calling have shuddered with dread and have held tight to each other saying, "It is Hine Hukatere, the snow maiden. She still looks for Wawe, her own true love."
"How can that be?" says someone.
"I'll tell you," says the One-who-knows.
Many years ago Hine Hukatere saw a young man walking in the foothills of Aorangi looking for cutting stones. He was very charming and she was so beautiful that they soon fell in love. However, every time Wawe tried to touch the Snow Maiden, she screamed in pain because his warm hands would melt her skin. Wawe would spring back in shock because she was so cold that his fingers would freeze instantly.
One day, Hine asked wawe if he would go with her high into the mountains to ask Aorangi for warm breath and pink cheeks just like his.
Wawe was overjoyed and readily agreed and so they set out across the foothills and up into the mountain. As they climbed Wawe became afraid. His ancestors had forbidden everyone from climbing Aorangi. It was the home of the tribal gods who jealously guarded their resting place. Higher and higher they went. The air grew cold and thin. Hine Hukatere called to Wawe, "Isn't it beautiful? Could we not live up here together?"
Wawe was too cold to reply. His fingers and toes were numb. His face was blue and his eyelids were heavy with snow. He slowly turned to Hine and saw her skipping with pleasure over the snowy ground.
"Come on Wawe, not far to go."
"Wawe, not far to go."
Wawe stumbled towards her voice. He heard Tawhiri Matea scream in his head. "Get off this mountain, you mortal!"
He felt Hine touch his hand as Tawhiri Matea pushed him off the edge of the path. As he fell Hine Hukatere shook millions of snowflakes from her fingers so that Wawe would fall into their softness. But Tawhiri Matea blew the snowflakes over the mountain and Wawe plunged down to his death.
Hine Hukatere never leaves the mountains now. Nor does she seek the company of people anymore. Instead she wanders along the white river of ice peering between the thick blocks and walls hoping to find Wawe again.
And as she goes she cries and her tears are ice that fall into the glacier and move it ever so slowly towards Tangaroa.
*
What the heck, I'll post the poem I wrote. ;) I ended up dedicating it to Hine as it just seemed like the right thing to do. :)
Ice Blessed Skin
For Hine Hukatere & a prophet child.
I don't love the skin I'm in.
The rashes on the surface send my nails to skim
And rouge the dim of straggling skin.
Only,
You broke the surface like a tin.
And water above the ice seeped through
Bending this way and that across a limb,
You'd broken in.
The opposite of my palm was torn, but this wound
Was your entrance to within.
Your exposé had let the world come
And beat me on the chin -- wake up!
We’ve seen what you’ve seen, we’ve been where you’ve been.
You always knew you were the Ice King --
The breath giver
That transformed my water akin.
The prisoner of a war,
That always held the will to win.
In garden towns, by a fence, and a village house we sat,
And the din!
The noise,
The ravaging of the Spheres sank through both our ears
As our minds met through ice and skin.
Emerald soft streaks of light encircled us,
Piercing as a thin glow
In the form of a pin.
This energy, your yang to my yin
And my skeleton of ice, rocky and slim,
Melted down as heat burned from your within,
Expelled from the core to the rim of your skin --
Where it transferred to me, and now I can swim.