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 pohutukawa
Spread their red in memory
That's a lovely poem. That you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard of this poem before, but love our pohutukawa.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog - interestingly, I also have an intermittent form of CFS (my diagnosis) after contracting a virus 7 years ago.