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
