Twisted Frequency
Twisted Frequency We pass freely into Twisted Frequency Where the team at the gate gift me My bracelet of many colours Which I embrace Like some long-forsaken Joseph Stumbling his way through the last days Of his ever so tapu…
Scuttle
Scuttle There’s enough dancing scuttle to cancel all dangerous threads You sit, pink-tongued above Sams Creek Where your ancestors sat pink-tongued Long before human threads First brown, then white, arrive in Aotearoa Where volcanoes spit flame Earthquake mountains shudder And…
Deborah
Deborah Hear me, Deborah, my love You, who drag events, stone tables and shatter pillars Who are the incarnation of Justice for those who defend Sam’s Creek, and the prophetess of the activation And I saw your daughter high in…
Ancestors
Ancestors Parliament’s steps sprout green and red mushrooms As we ferry the petition upwards into the wild Pōneke storm And the petition is the people and we are the people And servanthood the rising path beneath our feet For we…
Invocation
Invocation It’s at Sam’s Creek, we make our pledge For Te Waikoropupū walk the edge And as Te Ra ascends the sky We fix our eyes upon the prize Our sacred taonga free at last! From pollution's dark and deadly…
Petition
Petition You are born of the heart of Mohua Which are the depths of the Wharepapa Arthur Marble Aquifer, as they well upwards To become the crystalline waters Who can barely contain The shaking that is Kahurangi’s fury And the…
Kea
Kea After the vertical scramble up the ridge above Sam’s Creek The Spirit of Sam’s speaks and it’s not the voice of stillness But active and stroppy and it’s the voice of two inquisitive kea Sitting high in a tree…
Knitting Circle
Knitting Circle I join the circle on the road where poets knit and chat And trucks are stopped, and can’t break through, we never leave a gap & next to me is Dickinson, with needles on attack They’re lightning’s fire…
Sam’s Creek
Sam’s Creek Sam’s Creek, Sam’s Creek, you’re the wisdom that we seek As snow does fall on mountains tall, we gather at your feet Sam’s Creek, Sams Creek, you’re the mother of us all You kneel and smile and play…