10-06-2017, 05:28 AM
Hello vagabond! I'm glad you found time to join in. Your poem is fine - a response to NZ, something you may want to work on again later. Glad to read you here!
...and a sonnet, then I'll be back with today's post.
Headlines
White powder dusts the road-side ferns.
A bellbird calls, and timelines crack.
A lawyer vine, with rata, turns
into a curtain, folding back
to show the harbour, bathed in sun
where once the lawless ships would call
to trade fresh food, or flax, for guns.
Soon greed for heads outstripped them all
as currency. Some sold the dead
they’d killed in war. When all were gone
some tattooed slaves, then sold their heads
and ate the rest. The wars raged on,
but naked faces didn’t sell.
They tattooed corpses. Who could tell?
...and a sonnet, then I'll be back with today's post.
Headlines
White powder dusts the road-side ferns.
A bellbird calls, and timelines crack.
A lawyer vine, with rata, turns
into a curtain, folding back
to show the harbour, bathed in sun
where once the lawless ships would call
to trade fresh food, or flax, for guns.
Soon greed for heads outstripped them all
as currency. Some sold the dead
they’d killed in war. When all were gone
some tattooed slaves, then sold their heads
and ate the rest. The wars raged on,
but naked faces didn’t sell.
They tattooed corpses. Who could tell?