Auckland Poetry

PARENTAL PLOT

Why visit that distant grave?
Why, in the loneliness of chilling rain,

Caress engravings weathering on a slab,

Bend, clear frosted, breaking leaves,

Lay a holly wreath bright with love red berries?
And, in such empty air,

Defy still the death of stillborn dialogues?

I remain baffled

And plan a trip

My children may help me make.

LOVE POEM

He paused and checked the horizons;
The tundra ran coldly from his stare.
He returned into the stone, body-heated lair.
Their warm early pups satiated on her hot milk.
He eased the meat of the freshly slaughtered doe from his belly.
Ravenous but cowed their pack companions made no move towards her meal.
This motherly cruelty had torn out the hearts and babies of sisters.
This pair’s servile fellow killers shivered in their famine.
And waited and whined for the howl and hunt, which would lead to slaughter and fullness.
Ignorant of need, a wolf and an empress rested, replete.

I will bring you

Havoc and grace,
And the peace
Of a sacred place.

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