Foreshore in Black and White
Paekakariki Images: dripping from the mad dog’s eye
i
darkening skies
equalled by the darkening earth
a cliff-side disappears inside
a rusty rail
a tree grows out of a re-treaded pile
black, white, grey
the colours of the day
ii
parallel to the sea and sky horizon
jutting out above the lapping, lolling waves
a branch of an ancient fallen tree
emulates the also jutting land
- a little bird sits comically, looking
back to the shore from the tip of the elongated wooden finger
iii
elemental, old as the hills, enchanted
dancing sunlight on water
thick-jointed, a long extinct life form
the perfect line between sea and sky
reveals there is no question why?
iv
a city stands
De Cherico-like
in sands
and surreal
distortions
approximating straight lines
against the curves
of nature and time
rust and water and wind-smoothed wood
explode into splinters
which join the shifting
hills and sands
of time . . .
v
clouds dance
twisted tires
and broken iron
point skywards
in a pirouette
of silent passion
chips off old blocks
witness, as audiences do
the movement of impermanence
vi
the quiet, semi-sinister
sentinel
sits alone
looking seaward
surrounded by sand
and scattered driftwood fragments
of life on the floor
the breakers roll in
roll in, roll in
raw, but never weaken
only tire
the one who watches
from a wooden
expression
vii
monolithic, statue-like creatures
stand, as though the first dawn
had just broken
the great brightness of black
and white illumination
the darkness of Polynesia
and the slither of light
along the line of sea-sky
circling and shadowing the
heavy and ethereal formations
in the sky and on the land
the sea also sends echoes
as though nothing has been quite born yet . . .
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