Politician’s Truth

“It’s stuffed !” said
the Prime Minister to
the Transport Minister.
Indeed he spoke the truth.
The cameraman beside them
panned down through the
helicopter window to
smashed up miles of
coast line down below.

Tonnes of fractured rock
in countless cascades
overflowed over road and
railway snaking over the
rocky shore fringing
jagged steep mountains.

Proof of the politician’s truth
was more easily seen than usual.

Politician’s Truth

Seashore

In a dull cloudy haze
the bleak rocky coast
lies silent after its midnight
roaring grinding juddering
shaking falling rising.
A broad band of dead
black algae coats pale grey
rocks, broken by clumps of
limp seaweed drooping reaching
down to the seawater far below.

The deep chasm stretching
out to sea from the little
coastal town lies eerie, empty
of its whales and playful
dolphins now retreated far
out to sea. Trapped by rocks
thrust upwards lie boats that
used to follow them, now
stranded in the newly molded
pond around their wharf.

A vast landslide inters
rocks where fur seals used
to bask, breed, fight, sleep.

Over rocks heaved high above
their former ocean home lie
crayfish corpses past their
last gasp, while abalone bake
in the sun, far from the newly
created high tide line.

Seashore

Chocolate Cake

Sitting on the bottom step
from Nana’s deck
the three year old feasts
energetically, enthusiastically
on Nana’s chocolate birthday cake.
With both feet planted
firmly on the grass she
grasps her plate on her lap
in both hands while chewing
the sumptuous mouthful.
She rolls its rich moist texture
around in her mouth
as she chews it.

She carefully lets go of
her plate with one hand
and lifts her cake
biting into it deeply.
Icing coats her nose, chin, cheeks,
as she plunges her teeth
onto the heavenly food.
Her hand grasps her plate again,
only a small piece of cake
now sits in the centre
as she chews the new mouthful,
savouring it happily.

Her father on the grass nearby
takes candid shots
of her whole hearted joy
in cake and icing.

He has several similar photos.
maybe he will bring them out
for her twenty first birthday.

Chocolate Cake

Venetian Glasses

Six Venetian glasses
standing in the china cabinet
while life flows around them.
Too precious to use, to perhaps
be broken like other wine
glasses at gatherings of
twenty and thirty somethings.

An aura of Venetian shops
full of rainbow coloured
glassware, glass etched with
gold and silver suffuses these
six wine glasses, an aura of
gentle lighting reflecting a
myriad  of softly frosted
droplets of shop lighting.

They recall shimmering sunny
days with twenty something
friends on our big OE,
roaming Venetian canals and
bridges, eating Mediterranean
food outdoors on leafy piazzas.

Six Venetian wine glasses
gold rimmed, delicately etched
patterns in tiny squares now
dulled, still delighting with the
memories they carry, of times
when youth’s chances were
lived to their fullest.

Venetian Glasses

Landscapes

At a high northern latitude
the tide’s flowing waters
stream past the grassy
verges on which I stand
bracing myself against the
gusty raucous gales blasting
these Orkney hummocks
huddling down close to
the sea avoiding the
eroding torrents of air.
Hummocks sheltering near
each other channelling the
tide into narrow streams.

So strange to stand
taller than the surrounding
grassy landscape devoid of
trees which can only grow
in the shelter of human
habitations and structures.

So foreign to one who
was born to sandy beaches
under tall forests, steep
farmlands,  tall mountains
of tussock, rocky scree all
rising as tectonic plates
grind against each other
far below a living landscape.

Landscapes