distant land of braided rivers
My poem "Ōtautahi in Spring" is now online as part of the fifth issue of the small and perfectly formed inkscrawl. It was written in response to the Christchurch earthquakes, a feeling of watching from afar as the city I know well tried to reform.
Perhaps that's why the patupaiarehe; they are he iwi atua, supernatural beings (I hesitate to say fey, but the import is approximate); here first, having seen earthquake after earthquake, like the generations of godwits that fly the width of the world every year.
There's some lovely poems there; do go see.
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Perhaps that's why the patupaiarehe; they are he iwi atua, supernatural beings (I hesitate to say fey, but the import is approximate); here first, having seen earthquake after earthquake, like the generations of godwits that fly the width of the world every year.
There's some lovely poems there; do go see.
This entry mirrors that at Dreamwidth, where there are
comments. Feel free to comment here or there at the whim of your LJ, DW or OpenId preference.