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Best Poems Written by Arina Fish

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The Trial

THE TRIAL
 With shackled hands and feet
 he steps clumsily
 into the dock.

 Pushed down into his seat
 he sits
 pale-faced,
 jug-eared,
 impassive,
 young,
 and gazes out
 at those who would accuse him.

 Listening to the people speak
of their anger,
 loss and grief,
 of the violence hurled
 one Christchurch day
 in the madness of a killing spree

 when Muslims came to share and pray
 in innocence and peace.
 No answers
 for the darkness
 of that savage day
 when racist hatred burned.

 The trial now over,
 the sentence made.
 The families brave
 in their resolve,
 step out into the sunshine
 of a Christchurch afternoon.

 Supporters gather round and cheer,
 greeting the families with their love,
 applause at justice done,
 a waiata sung.

 In unity a community
 can now move on,
 knowing that the time for love
 and healing has begun.


 ARINA FISH

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The Dawn Walker

The Dawn Walker

On the moor's curved edge
darkness cloaks the hills.
The stillness before daylight
hangs on the dawn's breath.

Through the grey silhouettes,
the sentries of trees,
a solitary walker steps
in the silence of a sleeping world.

No echoes down a valley hung with frost.
No bird song or motion
in the vacuum of a soundless world.

He walks through woods in the skeleton darkness.
The light begins to melt
the grey moor's edge.
He listens in silence,
sees the bright mist rising.

And, as the dawn erupts
on the smudged crimson sky,
he hears the skylark warbling,
hovering high above the hillside.

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The Rainbow

THE RAINBOW

 Into the room
 a shock of colour,
 a curving arc,
 startling the senses.

 Eyes leaping to its source:
 a glass of water
 brimming with refracted light,
 sweeping in a vivid curve.

 With gratitude
 to sit amongst its warmth,
 illuminated in its flood,
 its hearth.

 Watching
 as the sun streaks leap
 across the walls.
 Renewal of hope,
 benediction of light.

 This transient gift,
 this symbol of nature's intricate craft,
 this living kaleidoscope of joy

 shines on.

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The Orchard

THE ORCHARD

    Heavy fruits hang low
    from the moss-laden branches.
    Legs bare to the breeze,
    leaves dense underfoot
    carpet the black earth.

    Scent of ripening skin
    and the moist, sweet plums.
    Fermenting purple wine,
    rich on the tongue.

    Spiders scuttle
    past my naked feet.
    I want to lie on the soil,
    roll the scents of the orchard
    deep into my flesh,
    sleep with the cloud flash
    burning on my eyes.

    Waking with the dew
    like diamond drops
    hanging from my skin.

    Alone here amongst the trees
    I hear the blackbird perch,
    begin its benediction to the day.

    High in the branches,
    far from human reach,
    I am listening now
    for the garden's quiet
    and calming breath

    and the soft hum of the bees.


    ARINA FISH

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The Ecstasy of Life

So glad to be alive,
  not accountable for anything yet.
  Enjoying every moment,
  in the moment.
  I exist without time,
  electrified by sensation.

  My body raptures
  at the touch of your flesh,
  your breast spilling out its love.
  Still of the womb's curve,
  the earth's bow.

  Every sight and sound is new.
  I listen for your lulling voices,
  smile as you smile at me.

  I am the ecstasy of life itself.
  I will be a man when you are no more.
  I am the future
  hurling itself at your door.

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Forgetting

The familiar face and form,
    slight and elegant.
    I hold you close,
    let the years fly behind us.

    Forgiving the past,
    just holding you,
    allowing the new day in.

    My mother's frail.
    I wonder where the years have gone.
    So many lives have passed and children grown.
    Your busy life with love and art has gone.

    You know my face,
    your eyes are bright
    but you have forgotten so much.

    Confusion rises in your face.
    Repeated statements not retained.
    Laughing we talk about the past
    and walk through lanes of Autumn leaves,
    hear the rooks cry out
    above us in the trees.

    We wander arm in arm through country fields.
    The golds and reds and browns
    float slowly down
    in Autumn's shedding slow cascade.
    Another season gone,
    another slow decay.

    The colours rise,
    light up your eyes,
    admiring beauty in the trees;
    an artist still.
    The portraits of your life surround you now.

    The love is there
    and sorrow too.
    So much to say
    if I could only find the words.

    I cannot stay,
    but when I leave I'll hold you close.
    Snapshots of memory,
    ghosts of the past.
    The colours of childhood
    come to meet us on the path.

    With laughter we hold each other close,
    no time for tears.

    Remembering you now across the miles
    and, although the distances are vast,
    I let my heart fly free to be with you;
    no longer a prisoner of the past.