Outside the melting window a forest of memories sang

Sang with the delight of Harpogornis mooreii soaring


The endless blue sky hit the buildings edge dissolving

Into plastic nano-particles and hydrocarbons of cars


At a temperature of one hundred and four the dilated pores

Of the epidermal surface exude a sticky blue serum


The morning was all yellow, yellowish and gooey. We walked into the

Painting swallowing bananas tinged with cinnamon, honey and burnt toast


Footsteps echoed from the hallway,

A caterpillar crawling towards metamorphosis


The floor of polished wax skidded us, slip and fall without

The slightest sense of gravity

A red dart kite attempted lift-off








In the memory of earth


Night is only a dress


Wet with the friction of lips


On the river bank in bubbles of breath


Through the harmonicas sinister slow distant ache


Of bit flips and bergy bits, crevasses that vanish


And every day is another day


Where the rhythm tilts away


Over valleys stretched beyond the lucid moon


Intimate water eclipsed with yellow


Cacti buds on crushed feldspar gravels


Geckos luminous as mercury black eagles in solar flow


When suddenly In a confusion over Black Mountain a conflagration


Of shadows, turbulent vermillion and frenzied ashen waters


Spill from the whole vivid sky


Violet castanets echo the slow scent of red eagle laughter


Upon pyramidal sisters


Upon lovers of the pagoda


And carillon bells ring


Over bloodshot Indian hills 









About Piet Nieuwland

Poetry is not a luxury, it is a necessary part of the creativity of every day.  


Piet Nieuwland has poems and flash fiction appear in numerous print and online journals published in New Zealand, Australia, United States of America, Canada and India.


He is a performance poet, edits Fast Fibres Poetry and lives near Whangarei.


In a previous life he worked as a conservation strategist for Te Papa Atawhai in Aotearoa/New Zealand 


He welcomes email contact at   pietn@outlook.com 

Pacific hypergirls go strut


Whispered messages dissolve in rivers of attention and glances

A long sigh exhales through the valley to Kaipara moana  


Molecules of sound emanate from luminous branches

A syntax of yellow leaves on black trees  


Filaments of falling marked by fluid silvery drops

Accurate shapes, incarnate wairua exclamations  


Hallucinations of glamorous echoing veils

Silky clay nostalgias, transgressions of moss  


A ferment of revolution in the invisible temples

Vorticies of evaporation on the spidery skyline  


Lightning on the fuse of your stare  


The moon a flower,

White as a flight of doves 


In the black balance

Of velvet night




http://lunchticket.org/pacific-hypergirls-go-strut/ 2017