new zealand electronic poetry centre


Alan Brunton


Island Bay

A sharp day, the wind cashing in on the south.
The Island breaks the weather; white caps doff the bay.

Four fishing boats tug at their moorings. Apparently,
there were once over fifty crowding out the bay.

That was years ago. Now it's as if the survivors
have been appointed by the Island Bay Painting Group:

no more than four, with at least one to have orange trim.
Hold on. Next week: Mixed media with Alan Brunton.


James Brown

Island Bay

Bumper Books, 1997


Last updated 13 December, 2002