Kia ora koutou, here’s a poem I started some years ago. I found it in a file when I was looking for something else. I’ve done a bit more work on it. I meant it to be about getting old but poems have a mind of their own so lets just say its a work in progress…
On the Ledge
I walk where embers hiss and sigh
listen to the voices left
mourning songs and swift goodbyes
weaving thorny warp and weft
endless masks, words bereft.
Still the embers hiss and sigh
somewhere an elusive cry.
Purple Iris, trusted friend,
lead my steps along the edge
search with me the stony bed
there my friend, beyond the why
see the bird rise in the sky
see the bird rise in the sky
Renée
