A little local flavour today.
This one is from the archives, having been written about four years ago. It was inspired by a trip to a very popular pre-Christmas artisan fair: traffic was backed up for blocks; the sun was shining fiercely; and everyone was running our of festive cheer due to the crowds and heat.
The week before Christmas Sweat beads are running down my back Air conditioning is struggling to push out cool air But babe, we're on track to get to Thorndon Fair. A week ago we ate hot soup and yearned for blankets Now we re overly bathes in sunshine, heaven sent. The pohutukawa has popped its green and red Speaking to summer, sunburn and holidays remembered. For now a fresh breeze is coming off the harbour But nerves will fray as temperatures grow higher Last minute festive shopping Learner drivers bunny hopping "I was here first" Strangers hard cursed. Yes, it is the week before Christmas The town is dressed up for festivus Our oscillating year about to swing around Today we are on the cusp, still fair bound.
Angele Toomey Poetry 