While crunching away on a piece of home made sour dough bread toast with butter and raspberry jam this morning, I was blown away to see the Monday poem in the Otago Daily Times. Immortalised in poetry!
It is reproduced below, with the kind permission of its lovely author...
Garden Plots
by Ruth Arnison
A lunchtime walk, winter brisk. Gloves, hats
and foggy words kept us warm
Lights at the Gardens intersection overridden
by police. Observing our
pedestrian status they stopped traffic, waved
us across like ducklings strayed
onto a busy road. Embarrassed we scurried,
middle-aged,ungainly
At the drinking fountain, the pipes were
frozen, our midday thirst
unquenched. Over the bridge, we took the
lower path to Dundas St
You know, she said, I can't walk here
on my own. Not since -
Vanda, I prompted. Yeh, she said, I think
it was down there, the murder
A jogger brushed passed us, we shivered
and moved on
She's writing another one, she said. It's not
right, authors taking over
the city. Soon we'll be walking all over
their plots
.
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7 comments:
awesome!!!!!
Haha! I saw that this morning!
I pointed out the Aramoana spit to somebody and said, that's where Vanda wrecked a container ship.
I can almost see it... And the body count is mounting up.
You're rewriting local memories :-)
fantastic!! go Vanda!!!
I know what she means Vanda, I still can't walk past the Leith without looking to see if I can see where the body was.... Belynda
I know how she feels. I walked past that same spot on a romantic tryst with hubby and shuddered!
Also, we have just come back from Invercrgill by way of Mataura. Taking the back road from Wyndham we drove along the side of MatauraI River. "That's where the body was found," I crowed!
You must be stoked with the poem, Vanda.
Good on you, Vanda. Good on you, Ruth.
Wonderful poem! And of course you've ruined Andy Bay Rd for me now, can't drive along it without expecting elephants in the rear view :)
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