From Renée's garden

I invited some friends to share their poems.

  • Bonefire on Kapiti Island

    The mainland is rendered down
    silvers and is gone.

    My heart is green and raw – a pea not a heart –
    front to the fire back to the wind.

    The groan of stone on stone unsettles
    me as I unsettle them.

    A passing orca’s generator heart opens
    and closes the island like a door.

    Behind me green bush is a swaying glossary
    I could lose myself in –

    leaf bird tree feather bone
    rock ponga pebble koru stone

    bone-fire oil-lamp song
    heart gale right whale wrong.

    Lynn Davidson