Cilla McQueen has been referred to a few times on this wee blog, not least because she is one of my favourite NZ poets. I was delighted, therefore, to see one of her offerings in this week’s ODT. And I thought ‘Riddles’ was worth re-sharing:
Who am I, with bulldozed flanks,
my hoard that rises and falls as ships gorge on me?
Resembling mountains, I contain forests.
Forest after forest they come, and are emptied.
Wind sculpts their dark gold hearts exposed.
Who am I, half-killed by chainsaw, shyly returning?
Crowds of miniature oval solar panels, a green hoard safe in my basket-case, proof against browsing moa.
Shorn by wind on the hill, you might take me for the shadow of a hunch.
Who am I now, suspended in mid-air?
I have worked all night to manifest my idea with all the means at my command.
I wait quietly at the centre of my idea.
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I really like the line …”I wait quietly at the centre of my idea” …brilliant :)
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Isn’t it wonderful!
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Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.
I’ve been listening a bit lately to Emmylou Harris’ “Hard Bargain” CD. Thought you may like these lyrics.
I’m a bit run down but I’m OK
Just feel like callin’ it a day
But you send me back to the start
You drive a hard bargain
Each time I’m heading for nowhere
Doomed and determined to go there
It seems I never get far
You drive a hard bargain
You drive a hard bargain
How’s a girl supposed to fail
With someone like you around them
I’ve tried and tried to no avail
You just can’t seem to let me down
You drive a hard bargain
So I keep on playin’ that old song
Cause for all I know it’s where I belong
When the world is breaking my heart
You drive a hard bargain
You send me back to the start
You drive a hard bargain
You drive a hard bargain
I’m a bit run down but I’m OK
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Thanks Pam. I’m digging Emmylou as well.
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