Tamahunga – mountain’s tale

 

I am old,

old as the earth.

My bones have moved

overturned and violently shaken.

I have drowned

then risen again to feel

the rush of water from my side.

With fire in my hair

blazing over the harbour.

An age has passed

and my green cloak like birds’ feathers

hides the parasitic creatures that seek my blood.

I am old and proud

but my feet crumble to make roads for men.

I sleep and die.

Elizabeth Foster

Comments

  1. It,s very true, old homo has to have a chew at everything. Otherwise he feels he,s wasted his day.

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