Fishtail’s fangs dripping white
blood from a passing cloud.
The Richmond Ranges biting
into the cool blue sky.
Wairau’s braided arteries
spill shining into Cloudy Bay.
A bronze beaver stands, sterile.
An artificial, rigid, vigil.
While sleek black eels seethe
under Opoua’s dark glass.
the tidiness and economy is nice, and the soundfeel the words share.
blood from passing cloud is an unusual conjunction. i like very much the striking imagery & the sparse lines of this poem. very cool.
Thanks for the feedback. It means a lot to me. It’s been a while since I’ve made time to write. Forgot how much I like it.
yw.
but you’ve made time to read, by the looks – judging by the quality of this poem.