Wednesday, 27 June 2018

purerehua,poem

Purerehua
As I swing the purerehua
it vibrates into a deep Noise.

Sanded and smooth driftwood.
a small hole drilled for kaui.
Māori design of painting.

I swing it above my head.
The buzzing noise of the wood
attracts the lizards.

As I swing the purerehua
blisters appear in my hands.



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