Last night coiled intestinal clouds
now the fallen kowhai flowers are scarab beetles
frozen on the lawn's green plain
burnt leaves taint the morning wind
and the hills are alive
with the sound of chainsaws
This poem is from my book Moonshot. Ah, we're not so squeaky clean and green.
I'm just getting ready to go and read poetry in the Hutt Valley. I've had a busy day: I ran a poetry competition at Newlands College for which we gratefully received funding from NZ Booksellers for National Poetry Day. Our judge, Tim Jones, announced the winners and gave prizes for the best senior and junior poems and prizes for the runners up. We had a good crowd at the reading and around sixty entries. Many thanks to all who helped.