Tuesday, April 8, 2014

TP 289 - Going green

"Everything's gone green" is Carmi's theme this week at Written.Inc

I hope my winter-weary northern hemisphere friends will get some greenery soon!

Here's some green from me:

Green-world dragon


White dots on a green hill

With Anzac Day fast approaching, we'll all be wearing poppies:

Pamukkale, Turkey
New Zealand/Australian cemetery, Anzac Cove, Gallipoli



From last spring:

Willow trees in spring finery

Wall of an abandoned mine




"It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water."
~Barbara Kingsolver



"Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon."    
~Doug Larson
 

 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Wednesday Poem

Kapiti
by Alistair Te Ariki Campbell


Kapiti - An island near Cook Strait, New Zealand, 
once the stronghold of Māori chieftain Te Rauparaha (1770 - 1849)




                  
                    This island is alive with ghosts,
                    Tonight every leaf is an ear
                    attuned to your heartbeat,
                    every stick a spear
                    gripped by a crouching figure...
                    Their eyes glint
                    on the moonlit hillsides,
                    and their oiled bodies
                    bending towards you in their hundreds
                    gleam like flax...
                    Listen!
                    What is that sound
                    like the sound of waves on rocks?
                    But there is no wind -
                    even the sea is asleep.
                    Listen!
                    The sea begins to wake in its wide bed
                    and whispers of war.
                    A thousand paddles shatter
                    the drowning moon,
                    a bridge of war canoes spans the troubled sea
                    between Kapiti and the mainland...
                    It is no use

                    Numbers cannot save you.
                    Nothing can save you now
                    but your swift paddles.
                    Te Rauparaha is a god
                    and Kapiti is his backbone.
                    Even the moon is his ally.




Photo by Peter Sundstrom, painting from here