Wahine Shore

Ox blood, pounding – mad

Like fuming southerly gale

Nubile storm – keen


With sodden earthly tussock


Waka split, where Taniwha sang


Turned my flesh to bone


She, willing – churning guts

Her rolling limbs

Oh babbling tongue

Where nerve and steel

Held steady course

To cunt line – Andrew

The skin made new

As l rolled her

Over mighty torrents

Of a foul head wind

And somewhere – nowhere 

A red siren wailed

On a wild Poneke shore

©Orion Foote, 2016

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