rain and delays,
and a long way south, suspension
on a cloud, books
take you everywhere.
My epitaph may be
that she was a small woman
who spent her days
in small airports flying
on very small
aeroplanes to middle-sized towns.
Editor: Jennifer Compton
I was thrilled to
bits to find copies of Fiona’s book of poetry – Where Your Left Hand Rests (Godwit,
Random House) – in several bookshops while I was in Wellington. It is such a
beautiful book. Kudos to the designer and the press. This is the poem I found
when I opened the book at random. At random, just like the press. The book was
published in celebration of Fiona’s 70th birthday. It’s selling
really well, in fact there has been a reprint. Wonderful for poetry, wonderful
for Fiona, and wonderful for us.

'On small planes' is published with permission, when you've read it - try more Tuesday Poems out in our sidebar (to the left.)
This week's editor, Jennifer Compton, was born in Wellington, emigrated to Australia in the early 70s and lives now in Melbourne. She is an award-winning playwright and poet, with 'Barefoot' shortlisted for the John Bray Poetry Award in 2012 and 'This City' (Otago University Press 2011) the winner of the Kathleen Grattan Award in NZ. She has also been awarded a number of residencies including one at the Randell Cottage in Wellington, and blogs here.
6 comments:
Nice compact thing. I like how you opened the book at random and found this poem. What I like best about this poem is that, without being ponderous, it leaves you thinking about who this person is. It's personal but it could be anyone, too.
A truly beautiful book by one of New Zealand's most humble and accomplished writers.
"suspension - on a cloud, books take you everywhere."
Indeed they do.
thanks Jennifer for posting
Short but beautiful! It says such a lot in a small space.
I very much like the 'sameness' and 'smallness' of this poem. Habit can be such a comfort when we come to define or give an epitaph of another. Great random choice, Jennifer!
Love reading poetry this is beautiful poetry, read my poems @ www.myrealpoetry.blogspot.co.uk
My love for you has never faded away
Can't visit you any more, the pain affects my day
the day you left my happiness went away
I still pray for the day
That health comes your way
:-)
A great little poem Jen...One can just imagine Fiona travelling patiently book in hand. Thanks for posting :-)
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