The mountains do not remember
asking the forests
to shelter birds
with silent tongues
and leaves of bark.
CB | Camelot River, Dusky Sounds, Western Fiordland
When dawn comes and the ruru return
we will cast our bodies
on your banks and
with spines to the ground
and eyes wide open, wonder
at the tenacity of moss,
the complex miracle of breathing.
CB | Camelot River, Broadshaw Sounds, Western Fiordland
This week's editor on the Tuesday Poem hub is UK-based poet Kathleen Jones with Another Exile Paints a Spring Portrait of Katherine Mansfield by Riemke Ensing. Kathleen writes, "This poem takes me straight to Mansfield’s account of being in John Fergusson’s studio - her descriptions of the china, the way the light fell across the room, all the colours, but it is actually a dialogue with one of Frances Hodgkins’ still-life portraits. . . "
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Ah, lovely Claire. I really like the way the words and the images 'speak' to each other.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder if we do our 'best' - our truest, least self-conscious - work in our notebooks, Helen?! Thanks for coming by.
DeleteSo beautiful. I especially like the reference to nature not needing permission to perform her magic.
ReplyDeleteHello, Kass - and thank you for continuing to come by (my blog is a relatively quiet place these days, requiring my own - and kind others' - patience!). I wrote these fragments into my sketchbook whilst on a conservation residency in a remote area of New Zealand - Western Fiordland - where, sadly, introduced species of vermin (at least they are in that environment) are decimating the bird life and undermining the primordial forest - hence the 'birds with silent tongues' and 'leaves of bark', unanticipated deviations from the forest's initial contract with its inhabitants. . . Sad, really. Mercifully, there is a team of environmental zealots dedicated to pest eradication and the preservation of this exquisite region of our islands. Love to you, Claire
DeleteHaving kayaked up the Camelot (and other places in the Doubtful Dusky area) I really identified with your poem Claire. I admire your poem and the accompanying sketches - well done. And its history! It is a beautiful place and we need to look after it.
ReplyDeleteHi Barry - lovely to find your message here and to know you know Camelot and the Doubtful and Dusky Sounds (their very names are poems!). Sacred groves, really, and yes, to be cherished and protected. All best to you, Claire
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