Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

!! The Wahine and Barrett's Reef Beloved your young eyes pull back The antithesis of heaven's bow Draws in love's pupils As life loses its mastery Her karanga in flight We dive Raging caves patu stone disembowel Those veins where waters meet The night strums Rising to spheres where nothing resides The silent rigors of sobs rolling White fists on beaches Annointed by her death hand Cupped for rain brushes the reef Misting the wind's screen Mere shimmer of her hand. SONNET: THE LIONS TOUR Send the best of the Lion's footie stock Or will and red sheep off a British moor; Send us the Plantagenet of Woodstock That passions will savour ever more. In common grass-roots fashion we hold hands To entwine scrum green and braid red and black; Of our new youth will show you Brits what stands For our affection and thats for you to crack. So should you English footie pilgrims bleat. No Jonah on the wing then watch our wing, The thrust and bull force of Palmerston's fleet. Bring the Maui vans of British lion's wing, Give us the reserves as best plays best And string up ten guitars with will on line. We hear your roar and see your British crest, Brit-fans aboard and none so clandestine. Don't send us the puff of George's green lead Send Paddy's Will and lion share, life's mead. Tania Butcher