More earthquake poems – from Sarah Maindonald

Christchurch ’11   1

I’ve ditched
left her broken
arteries slit

guilt smear
marks me
no will to grab a shovel

exiting dust drenched
we travel south
surprised to see
life again
in the turn of the land

Portobello green
birds chortle

unaware of the
northern carnage

the blink-less
nightly vigil that

stays the ceiling

Christchurch ’11   2

Didn’t think I was attached
to the bricks and mortar
our colonial beginnings

the twenty six churches
my old school
Gaudeamus Igitur

familiar childhood landmarks
comfort in red brick now

I lie in bed eyes sealed
willing a return to the day before


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