Wednesday 27 June 2018

Purerehua Poem

Purerehua Poem

Searching the beach, finding the perfect wood.
Sanding  down, till  smooth
Running  fingers down, feeling no knots
Time to paint

Dipping my paintbrush into paint
Stroking on wood
Making the perfect Maori design
Finished
Let it air dry

     Drilling holes slowly, threading the string
Tying a double knot
My purerehua is completed

Swinging it around my head
Letting it make the beautiful soft sound
Luring in the lizards

Hearing the sound of the buzz from a blowfly
Listening to it with whanau
in the pure darkness.

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