new zealand electronic poetry centre


Robyn Kilty

Fugacity 05
Online Poetry Anthology


Christchurch Winter

Winter strips.
Exposing despairing houses
in orderly grids
sky sitting low and grey
on their shoulders 

in dead rows
Flat ticky tacky
smacks me right in the eye. 

The mauve house next door to
A white pointed brick box.
Stuck-on additions in plastic board
and second-hand aluminium windows.
Mute and cold as a fish
Mum's the word
as lines of hacked shrubs
sit arkwardly in narrow beds
behind skinny front fences
With too much cold Air in between. 

The stink of  mediocrity
Permeates everywhere
With bland politeness
Squeezing Life.


Last updated 22 April, 2005