Too beautiful—a sometimes haiku

Big pohutukawa tree in front of a still blue harbour, yachts, and two humans talking in the sun
Photo of blue boat houses, calm water, yachts, houses on a hill
Wellington harbour in autumn

Sometimes the beauty
of my home world
is too big to bear

Big pohutukawa tree in front of a still blue harbour, yachts, and two humans talking in the sun
All my life this planet has been a people playground. Starting from scratch, who could have imagined a home town as perfect as this?

Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0

Only a shadow—a sometimes haiku

Photo of NZ mountain cabbage tree with large shadow
Shadow of a creature like a hare beside a pole
A remarkable shadow of who knows what?

Sometimes only a shadow
shows the loveliness
of the thing

Yellow recycling bag casts an appealing shadow
Glimpse the glory of recycling
Photo of NZ mountain cabbage tree with large shadow
A Toi or New Zealand mountain cabbage tree, flaunting its glorious shadow

Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0

Writing a book

Old Box Brownie snapshot of three girls and their dolls.
Old Box Brownie snapshot of three girls and their dolls.
Sisters Jill, Deirdre and Rachel Taylor with dolls on the steps of the Akaroa Vicarage around 1945. Not grown-up yet.

I am writing a book.
It will take some time.
The book has a title: Flatlantis
and another: Tropical Ice.

The poems will grow like pack-ice.
They will flow like sweat.
They will be easy to read.
They will be hard to write.

When the book is published
I will be a grown-up.
How will that feel?
Curious.

 

Shadows on foam

shadow_on_foam.jpg

here we are who we are
shadows on foam
littoral lateral between the sea
and feathery reality

skidding and sliding
here not here nor there
dots in a layer
of water on sand

maybe a simile
no, this is literal
us as the foam
in the shade on the sea

Rachel McAlpine


Who am I? Who are you? How do you know? Sometimes I lose myself in a strange space, and I enjoy those moments of anonymity. Do you? The poem (like many on this blog) is a first draft and will no doubt change and change again: in this case, so appropriately.

Poem and photo cc by 2.00 Rachel McAlpine as usual—i.e. feel free to share. 

Twilight

Issey Miyake bonnet up close

Bare trees silhouetted against a twilight blue sky

inside the gloaming
all shadows flatten
and all pleats are blue

in the pleating, all shadows
are deep and deliberate
and weaving is tender and true

on the twilight horizon
all trees are pointing to heaven
and textured for Earth and for you

how rich is our planet
how pleated, how woven
and in the gloaming, how blue

Issey Miyake bonnet up close