Friday, April 02, 2010

A poem for Good Friday


I don’t remember where I first saw this, and even more sadly, I don’t remember the poet’s name (if anyone recognises it, please do tell me). It’s short, it’s simple, it’s very New Zealand and it is something I remember every Good Friday. It’s something that speaks to me, for all its simplicity.

This year, I thought I would share.

Stark and dark upon a hill
Stood a tree whose dank timbers
Drank blood and infamy

Let titoki and the rata
And the great
Spread their red in memory


orannia said...

That's a lovely poem. That you for sharing!

Shirley Goodwin said...

I haven't heard of this poem before, but love our pohutukawa.

Thanks for dropping by my blog - interestingly, I also have an intermittent form of CFS (my diagnosis) after contracting a virus 7 years ago.