New Zealand, (b. 1956)
many hands
day six
- the oranges are gone so we pack
- the last of the ambrosia into bags and head
- for Cockatoo Island outside the fragrance
- of fish sauce is overpowering and vendors
- push handcarts piled high with teaspoons
- buttons and clips for the families of dead soldiers
- it’s Legacy Day it’s going gangbusters
- with many hands to dig out an appellation
- for this and other adventures we’d like to see
- between our islands and their talking coasts
- voters peons yahoos café casino garage
- reef riff roulette séance shipwreck wilderness
- we’re not going to solve it today and so
- the expeditions take their leave of one another
- promising to meet again one day soon
- at the quay someone steps forward
- with a talisman for the voyage smooth in my hand
- covered with bright trails and beating hearts a stone
- she calls caterpillar dreaming a painted stone
- from a place we can know nothing of a gift to carry
- to the island of abandoned industry redoubts
- and cells for recalcitrants cut into the living rock
- was there a fever hospital a dry dock a sail loft?
- did the people of this place climb the hill
- for eggs from the nests of these raging birds?
- a libation in plastic glasses we make to them
- the birds and the people then the boat called
- FRIENDSHIP floats us back in time to catch
- the haka in front of a blow-up football
- swaying gently beside the water
- let’s ride the monorail that tram
- in the sky whose thunder reminds us
- with pink and green cars that the Jetsons
- will live forever let’s walk in the park
- as the sun goes down and the bats begin
- their hunt memory reflects in a pool
- with lights and a mausoleum there’s the hospital
- the little pig with the golden snout
- and water dripping from his bristly chin
- there’s the mint then the barracks that became
- an asylum there are the railings
- and behind them the benches where one might sit
- looking out at the balmy world
- but your rules are the ravings of fevers
- bred of shadows fantastic and vain
- that are spun by the little white weavers
- in the mystical loom of the brain
- this is Lola 1906 she is good at reversing
- the view and giving the silent a voice
- at Mother Chu’s we eat vegetarian
- Peking duck and wonder about the wantons
- crispy or with soup delicious either way
- the fishy pungence blanketing the city
- has cleared off we reach Macchiato
- and get takeouts as rain begins to fall
- little boar il porcellino
- in your Florentine fountain pool
- with frogs and turtles crabs and scallops
- mustered at your feet fresh water salt water
- gift of a contessa little dribbling pig
- whose nose we rubbed in the dark for luck
- as memory unfolded contrejour against
- the light of an Uffizi workroom your silhouette
- a restoration a glimpse another world
About the Poet:
Michele Joy Leggott, New Zealand, (b. 1956), is a poet, academic, essayist, and editor. She is currently a Professor of English at the University of Auckland. Leggott is also coordinator of the New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre (nzepc) at the University of Auckland, a leading online literary resource.
Leggott has published more than eight books of poetry and in 1995 she won the New Zealand Book Award for Poetry with DIA (1994). In 2007, she was named New Zealand Poet Laureate for 2008/2009.
Her work has appeared in the Best New Zealand Poems series in 2002 and 2005. Leggott was awarded the New Zealand Order of Merit in the 2009 New Year Honours, for services to poetry. [DES-03/18]
Additional information:
- New Zealand Electronic Poetry Centre (nzepc)
- Professor Michele Leggott – The University of Auckland