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Tuesday Poem: Facing up to It

Facing up to it

In this city of furrows, we fall over ourselves
tripping down
Devon Street, tipping down
Bolton,
and a return trip at such
an angle that
our foreheads kiss
the pavement.

Some days, it’s not furrowed at all,
rather
a flung thing that’s caught
the wind:
a blanket,
a swag of kelp, newspaper balled
in
a good-sized fist. On

a good day, it is
all dimples,
this city. Ample, it dips
here,
and here, and here -
the harbour, the smile (
the place we fall
in.)

                        Mary McCallum

Welcome to the second Tuesday Poem - an event shared by a growing number of poets in NZ (and some elsewhere) and begun here. Visit the other Tuesday Poets who will pop up throughout the day with their own poems, or poems they've chosen to host. It's the blogosphere's version of the open-mike night - and as stimulating and as fun.

Up now

claire beynon 

harvey molloy

helen heath  (new)

tim jones

cilla mcqueen - nz poet laureate - who posts monday, wednesday, friday

fifi colston 

helen rickerby

ilikesweating (new)

paradoxical cat

kay mckenzie cooke


vespersparrow

pamela morrison (new)

penelope todd

janis freegard (new)



updated at 11.57 pm (NZT)