82. Rainfish
- January 31st, 2011
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Rain Fish
Rain on this Island
Is wetting up all the dry
While my grandmother and I
Stay shut in to our car
Should we strip naked?
Jump into the pouring rain at
The place it meets this ocean
Aimlessly she agrees
Still neither of us attempts
The removal of these clothes
Instead we say
It is nice to be by the ocean
Even if we can’t be in it
Upon the glassy sand
We sit and look out
Wind down the window
Put our heads out
By the by a fisherwoman
Drives past and stops
Hands us two orange fish
We thank her happily
My grandmother says
Now we can go home
At least we didn’t come
For nothing
Over sandy roads
Through pine forest
We drive home again
Up the driveway my Koro
Laughs at us for being out
In the pouring rain
We smile and hand
Over our fish for gutting
He looks astonished
We say how bizarre
They just jumped
Into the car.
TraceyTawhiao(c)2011 & Artwork by ShonaTawhiao(c)2011
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Thanks Serie… love your comments… its like a deep dark well posting this blog.XXTT
I really like this poem Tracey. I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with your blog. Things are settling down a bit so I’ll catch up with your writing over the next couple of weeks or so. I started storyboarding this poem in my head as I was reading it. Probably cos I went to Polywood last night (but really late as got time muddled up.) I can imagine your poem as scenes so clearly. A tender yet wry poem. Lovely.