(for Jenny Bornholdt)
If you look beneath the floorboards
of this poem you might find
endless days of rain and wind
on the Waitākere Ranges.
Between the walls you might see
a garden that needs spring plants.
You might stumble upon
the story of a mathematician
who knits patches for a quilt because she
can never recall what she saw
the month before
or the story of a philosopher
who walks in circles
to seek the meaning of life
or lost things or why the heart
and not the lungs
registers the pulse of love.
My house waits
with its creaking walls
is the same and then
The wind crackles.
The bouillabaisse needs stirring.
Perhaps it needs more salt.
launch week already. On Saturday we've got the Auckland launch of The Baker's Thumbprint, and then next week it's the Wellington launch.
'Thursday' is the first poem in the book, and as soon as I read this in the manuscript I was pretty sure this was a book I wanted to publish. It's just gorgeous. My favourite lines are 'why the heart / and not the lungs /
registers the pulse of love', but there are so many more to love. It's a quiet, contemplative beginning to playful and frequently energetic book, but it has several of the themes that continue through the whole - secrets waiting to be discovered, philosophy, place, home and lunch - there's always lots of good food in a Paula Green book!
As ever, more Tuesday Poems await over at the hub blog: http://tuesdaypoem.blogspot.co.nz/.