Psalm 55
Psalm 55 Enamoured by the flame of your red dress I sit under the rustling oak in Barrington Park– I’m trying hard to explain how I’ve done far too much Good in my life to ever do myself much good…
Psalm 55 Enamoured by the flame of your red dress I sit under the rustling oak in Barrington Park– I’m trying hard to explain how I’ve done far too much Good in my life to ever do myself much good…
Psalm 54 Hand in hand we wander the shores of Half Moon Bay I, trying hard not to correct the steps that I take wrong While you laugh & bubble along as if we are all that matter & sea…
Psalm 53 You place your faith in the forge Time rises jagged about you What you face is lethal In the bellows & blaze you believe Drop to peppery solitude Till - Out of Africa she lopes Firm Fierce Final…
Psalm 52 I like the way you prowl my office I like your mothering growl The life we live goes on forever – You... flowing fierce on the rim of Nyiragongo Me rustling free in an African breeze Kevin Moran…
Psalm 51 After you rode the building down We meet in Northland’s Mall – You – talking your dreams of yellow – Yellow jandals – Yellow scarf – Yellow vest – & how you’ve looked up yellow On the…
Psalm 50 (To the children of Christchurch) Sympathy is the elemental Angel who takes me by the hand – Leads me To the small shaken voice of my granddaughter whose ten-year-old body, still Reels from the overnight quakes & the…
Psalm 49 We came like refugees to settle within your concrete block walls – Ran outdoors that first autumn evening to point at the returning V Of wild geese honking above your grey colour-steel roof – When time came for…
Psalm 48 How wild we danced that moon lit night When stone split earth & man took fright Our roots like whips cracked fast & free As we hurled our cones like how-to-be In the roar and rend we crooned…
Psalm 47 After the quake we pass – The thin line straggling north – Heart tugs but stride quickens Downward I plunge – Below me her quaking body Fiery summons Impossible demand Twenty six nights since departing normal About me…
Psalm 46 I was dreaming when the quake struck – The daffodils in the shed pots began to nod Blossom fell from the neighbour’s plum To settle easy on the risen liquefaction We climbed from beneath the kitchen table To…