| Doug Poole NEW ZEALAND Images Near the sea Pohutakawa A fallen Babylon Four waves To break A song for you Guarded doors Pyramids An arch view Islands An ocean To cross A song to you The goddess Papatuanuku Red flower Highlights In sunlit hair Strong legs Hands Feet Fertile womb Clitoris The sex of you Long hair Hilltop streaming Creeks to rivers A net to seduce A desired Man I writhe Entangled Intertwined A pleasure A fear Drawn to light In dark eyes To your lips Mouth Tongue To be eaten Maori The strength In you Ancestors living With you Waiata A song for you Hibiscus Flight Silence Hush falls upon the Garden Heavy laden the light Birds of night Call to be fed Only the Palms dare speak Eden in the bed of night Night falls as every life dies As every heartache brings sorrow The colours of night come alive Soaring Diving To be hand fed Reeling Climbing Her hand out stretched Sena Moonlit Compassionate Beauty Matriarch Hibiscus night fires Surround us The chickens The lizards Stare Watch us Suspicious What do we care Stealing into the night Dynamic Hybrid Flight Into the Heart What do we care for The Superstitions The Shapeshifter Matai Who catches lovers Casting fear across his heart The fear of Infidels Dance with me Shake until you break The shackles of our Oppression We are young and free Kiss me Make Love to me Steal the food from my heart Take the lust from my hand Now Soar Samoan Laughter We laugh Like a loud emotion Bursting upon each other Infectious. It unites us For a common cause The cause of each other For we are alive By the grace of god We praise Jesus As he did We laugh Mourning catastrophe We make love Creating earthquakes Under tonnes of rubble Our love is safe Beneath the sheets The roof and top five floors Collapse As waves subside Thunder crack Walls caving in The morning news Tells of catastrophe That took place As we made love Remembering ecstasy across your face The death white face Of the Woman thought dead Whose eyes flashed At the moment of our ejaculation Under tonnes of rubble Others suffocate Reclining Figures (Dedicated to the mighty Kaipara Harbour and Henry Moore) 1 Overnight High tide carved sheer faces across the coastline Left skeletal trees upright once more Marooned, bleached reclined figures against the Ink-streaked Manuka skyline Plangent winds sculpt dunescapes reduce headland blood-red clay to sand 2 Skeletons arise from shoreline death beds Tales of cut the anchor and run run the in-going tide Smashed Hulls Spanish Galleons Dutch, English traders Riding the channel bareback 3 The sea bed is cruel fate A sunken prehistoric Kauri forest, haunted Screaming lost mariners stumble, salt eye blind The mighty Kaipara Bar Harbinger of shipwreck 4 Low tide, I walk this ancient coastline In footsteps of Ancestors Mariners I feel you I hear you Tangata Whenua those who lived the Kaipara Pakeha those who died entering her 5 Now, resting I search Flotsam and jetsam spindle pieces Ovals with points Vertebrae and Knife edges Bleach boned Soul cleansed © All Works herein are Copyright Douglas Poole 2000. All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission. |