Yesterday Lola and Kate found a strange nest-like object on the way to school. It sort of looked like a kina, mixed with a hedgehog, mixed with a nest (without the hollow in the middle). We wrote some observations in our writers' journals about it which we'll use as inspiration for a poem next week.
By coincidence, today Avie came and showed us a poem he'd written after seeing a bunch of pohutukawa blossoms stuck together. He's a poet as well as a musician and a fabulous caretaker!
New Zealand/ Nature's Omelette
Fallen pohutukawa flowers
saffron on the fried earth.
The sun is the egg
a yellow circumference…
A pinch of black seed
and a tablespoon of light
rain.
The lemons fall from the tree
with a sprinkle of parsley…
Nature’s blossom weaves a
fabric
together like whitebait
patties
cooking slowly.
The wind whisks together
all summer day long
turning once white/golden
when the sun is beaten and
left to run
too late in the scorching
heat.
Flipped over underneath the
folds
the crimson blossom burns
towards the end of season…
By Avie
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