Bernadette Hall Poems
- Tomahawk Sonnets So, I have done faithfully the last task, ...
- Early Settler You dream a hand that will stitch...
- Action Man A softer sun & smaller lusts
- Lavandula Vera Shadow of a shadow in paradiso
- Poem In The Matukituki Valley I know some things like you'd...
- Dionysus Sailing Wine slips over the lip of a red glazed ...
- Iconoclast Very tricksy are the Irish aunts, adroit at half...
Bernadette Hall (born 1945 in Alexandra, New Zealand) is a New Zealand writer and poet. She was raised in what she describes as a small-city Catholic community that was proud, theatrical and pretty much enclosed. After a career as a teacher of Latin and classical studies she started writing full time in her 40s. She has held residencies at both Canterbury University and Victoria University and is ... more »
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So, I have done faithfully the last task,
digging into the sand at Anderson's Bay
where your sweetheart is buried.
And in that little beige chamber, cool,
ridged from the trowel, I have faithfully
placed the shocking weight of you, now ash,
in an elegant olive green box. Stroking down
the surface like a sheet. So sheeted, sleep,
the sea at your feet where you swam a stylish
side-stroke once while on his back he bobbled
like a seal, potato toes held high ‘n' dry
above the waterline. I have always loved
big men . Leaving the water ...