Te Tairawhiti poety writing competition
by Racheal Farrington
from the magnifying glass
of your mind
its foggy edges
let the crisp air
the hard to reach corners
beam down through
they might as well
not be there
Is there freedom for a locked down soul?
Can joy be found for a house-bound wanderer?
Where is courage for a Covid-fearful heart?
— a hug for touch-starved skin?
Daffodils emerge from their earthy prison,
rampant clematis travels beyond its bounds.
Delicate jonquils brave the wind and rain
— sensory delights surround me in my garden.
Lambs and calves appear from womb-imprisoned safety,
their delight in new life cheering all.
Stumbling through to confidence, urged on by their needs
— food, nurture, warmth, contact.
The life we know may change yet life moves on.
Joy may dim yet be found anew.
Fear rises within, yet courage rises to meet it.
— What is most important?
It is people, it is people, it is people.
by Jessica Keast
What is my worth and what is my measure
The mind wanders, the mind worries
Truth is plentiful, in the new spring weather
Sanguine shadows creep over and sigh
Morning returns with a sweet-sounding whisper
Fresh blooms can be seen
From seeds sown in pleasure
Delighted hearts full of hope and joy
Let me be free, let me surrender
Shooting up through the earth
I cannot keep idle, I want to deliver
Gratitude grows, radiates through my soul
What is my place and will I breathe in so tranquil
Let me be peaceful, absorb the sun shimmering
Flourish and blossom and thrive as I’m thankful
Feel gentle awakening, slowly rise to my freedom
by Aisling Jackson
Scattered pink confetti
And golden kōwhai blooms
Jasmine scents before the dawn
A harmonising tune
Blue moons and waxing crescents
The maiden’s joyful call
Warm dappled sunlight on my skin
More cherry blossoms fall
Planting dreams in fertile soil
A brightness in the eyes
Walking in September rain
Reaching for the skies
by Robert Wood
Awaken the world alight upon us
The commune internal closing
Darkness dispersed in radiance
The well spring still
Her brilliant fill
The fires of star-lit nights
Turn charcoal in the hearth
A warmth returns the face
Of soul’s plexus in central orbit
After rest with winter maiden
Canopies alive in purity
White petals welcome the tears of Pipiwharauroa
The seeds so tenderly held
From dreams of darkest winter night
Ideas we bed in warming earth
To germinate and spread their truths
A smile in the telling