In flinty coolness fire may be found and strength drawn from this fire as it surrounds the stone which, cracking, ruptures nature’s bounds but, crumbled, binds all other stones as one. If through the furnace, winter’s cold embrace, and summer’s heat, compounded stone lays claim to the divine as from purgatory’s flames the soul can […]
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
She walks on the charred ground, wings of smoke
/ from the bones of her home rising.
/
/ ‘Here was, there used to be,…
Don’t let it bring you down.
/ It’s not the smoke
/ from funeral pyres,
/ not crematorium deposit
/ on childhood games,
/ not…
One day I
/ Lit a fire
/ At which I
/ Boiled eggs
/ Made tea
/ Dried my shoes
/ And I sat
/ On a stool
/ Watching
/ The sticks catch and…
For James K Baxter
/
/ last day of summer
/ so they said on shore,
/ waves pounding gravel
/ gather dry drift
/ kauri Caledonian
/ washed up pine
/ to beach fire…
