At Pukerua by Peter Bland

By Peter Bland In Poetry

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4th February, 2012 Leave a Comment

Visitors are being dragged
out to sea. All week
there’s been a tidal rip,
so I’ve made a fort
from sticks and stones
to keep the kids happy
when they’re not
being drowned. Best not
swim out too far today
when diving for paua
beyond my reach. It’s hardly
a brochure for sun and sea
when you’re fighting for breath
in these cold waves. Now
someone’s harpooned the sun
over Kapiti. The kids
howl for blood as it spills
at their feet. It’s time
to make a driftwood spear
and mime the lone
survivor in my soul.

4th February, 2012 Leave a Comment

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