They aren’t paying me to say this, but
observe[r]
Jasmine O M Taylor Poetry Posts
The end of October 2021 was a gift to writers and writing fans as we were home to the NZ Young Writers Fest. I even took a day off work.
here’s a taste
cotton night-gown
sheer enough to pull my eyes
she pulls the curtains and it’s blue
her whale sings with Takaroa
wails to the shore of us
breath leaving a body
is a karakia
no bra, no worries
equidistant in time
in space Raki watches
as I walk Papa’s spine
Ngaio presents a circle
Of anxiety
Circles of sound clasped
Around her neck.
Our largest cat lies asleep
snoring loudly upon settee