Joan Norlev Taylor

Birds, Sanctuary: Rarangi 3

We sit in a nest of soft sun,
where you’ve placed
heart-shaped stones, paua, driftwood.
Trees percussion the breeze while
korimako practise dinging,
tui experiment with
squeaks and tweets,
pīwakawaka peep.
The great green hill
curls comfortably,
like a curvaceous body asleep,
its forest
a hidden aviary, busy,
and the sea breathes, exhaling a
shush to the noisy birds,
sloppily lapping at the feet of gulls.
I think of childhood albums:
wildlife cards from jelly packs,
sought after, glued, the empty squares
like creatures now extinct.


  • J L Heller

    August 24, 2019 at 7:41 am Reply

    Really lovely, Jan. 🙂

  • Christina Kerkvliet Goddard

    August 26, 2019 at 9:34 am Reply

    A serene living wordscape, a visit to a paradise where memories connect and safely unpack…. It’s beautiful Joan.

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