Kia ora ki katoa [Greetings to all].
Cornered by Coronavirus here in Aotearoa New Zealand, I wonder if any other Flying Islands contributors are Kiwi and might wish to share a reading, even if it is via Zoom…? Looks like we will be here for a while, despite escape plans being drawn…
Meanwhile a poem to warm everyone up, eh.
good old summer
summer
came back
with
a HUGE grin
s p r e a d e a g l e d
all over its face;
a panjandrum
paintbrush
of lucent hues
imbued
with emollient
flourish.
its chortling
prodigal sun
flayed us all
i
n
t
o
happy submission –
skin peeling,
smiles reeling,
balmy healing,
&
a sort of
ubiquitous
mellow cadence
crooning through us all –
that winters’
frigid
casuistry
had forced us
to forget.
My daughter Pauline Canlas Wu – in Hong Kong – is the artist.
Te pai katoa [All the best].
Vaughan Rapatahana