otago sky

otago sky

all the leavings of stone
and sky from creation
that fateful day
are dumped
i saw skies
in one
this early morning
stormings of cloud
long shores of it
burstings of gutted
pink torn out
of the pages
of genesis
poplar towers
poplar shoals
rocking in that
wind its flog
in shoulder
with the hard
eye of sun
on those
dry plains
felt out of
place to be
so near the
old birthings
of land
sky that
told histories
of itself to
the deaf
my view
to the hilt
of sight.


january 2012

4 Responsesso far.

  1. Vicky Curtin Vicky Curtin says:

    I still haven’t been this far south… You paint a breathtaking picture!

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    Thanks for commenting, guys. Just love those thousand skies and poplars, fill up my eyes with stone, cloud and poplars every time I’m down Otago way.

  3. Dean English Dean English says:

    Hey Peter, as I began this poem I thought: yep, that’s like the Auckland sky, many layers, pillars, light…so I enjoyed the swift relocation as I read to end!

  4. I love this, particularly the ‘pink torn out/of the pages/of genesis’ lush imagery.

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