Poetry & Short Stories
Kirsty writes novels and poems with strong New Zealand themes about places she has visited on her bicycle or motorbike. Follow her on Instagram for more instant impression poetry.
Poetry

Fast Fibres Poetry 7
2020
Featured poetry
Follow the Yellow Froth Road
Twin Dorothy’s - good Otago girls
pump their Middlemarch thighs up Ninety Mile Beach
and are soon just specks in the distance
Three tourist buses fly by waving hands and then nothing
except rumpty waves driven in on the roaring forty
this is no Kansas
I hunker down into a head wind past a rusted wreck
and wonder if this is where the Tin Man
met his water loo - or did he just morph with the times?
Is that Warner’s Milk Bottle Man striding out there on the white caps?
I see no sign of the Straw Man and hope he understands
this is not the weather for that sort of behaviour
Soft sand glues my tyres to this part of the planet
the tide climbs up the beach and now I must push my bike
uphill on this flat endless sand
Saint David waits for me wearing his lion’s heart
on the outside of his zipped up parka
and together we walk the final miles to Te Paki
We make North Cape whipped up in freezing wind
and should a tornado try to take us away to Kansas
I would hold onto this raw cathedral with bleeding fingernails
Rawene Eats Holes
Rawene eats holes in the piles under a café
that serves good coffee
lapping as the ferry comes and goes
while flattened bottles reflect the greens and blues
of art felt keepsakes
I seek out the bee and bee above the Taylor’s shop
rich fabrics beckon from the gloom
recessed on a window ledge
rusted scissor hands lie ready
old layers are cut away
Worn steps tell of treads gone before
floors creak the purity of straight grained kauri
and tonight I will sleep deeply
anchored to a harbour
that quietly replenishes