Ariana Tikao

Two Poems

N.E.S.W.

[after Ciarán Fox]

 

North/Te Raki

 

One-way ticket outa here, rivers entwine

a dance of divergence/reunion, a coming

together and letting go, channels dug from shingle

and flow, freedom in a handbasket, failed

subdivision and villages abandoned where

massacres turned to ancient vendettas sung by

our tīps, archaeologists with hand tools and brushes

sifting through the rubble of their lives

can they smell the blood of the soil?

 

 

East/Te Rāwhiti

 

Sunrise whaled beach and stenching poo ponds

where food was collected from swampy

ground and estuary, kūaka who brave their

7000-mile journey on tiny wings, to get back to our

cloud-clad summer amid the yaps of marauding terriers,

my stern grandmother with set hair and Dame Edna

glasses lived here with Aunty Jill in a house not used

to children, we’d sip cups of Earl Gray and

nibble biscuits sandwiched with dried sultanas

like flies squashed in a trap.

  

 

South/Te Toka

 

My heart pumps in a peninsula-shaped bell jar, like the

withering rose in Beauty and the Beast, steep denuded hills

with crusted jewels in basalt that charm with shadowy secrets

at dusk, a steep path trodden by pilgrims seeking

a better life than what Home could offer despite it

being the land of their ancestors, they made our places

more like theirs sucking the life out of the repo,

forcing trees to their knees stripped naked

the harbour although dying still holds my pulse

the urupā at Rāpaki, still holds my bones

the shape of it an open throat, chanting.

 

 

West/Te Uru

 

green, that is all, just green

trees and pounamu and lush paddocks

weighed down by cows punctuating them

in monochrome hooves mine shaft

and men underground in a dusty

purgatory not of their making

a tough wild beauty

Te Tai Poutini where a taniwha

turned his precious into our

much coveted

stone

 

                                        Pūtarikimotu

 

kōwhai

blossoms

drip

like paint

from

swirling

canvas

like blobs

of blood

from

severed ear

this green

and golden

scene a

Vincent

painting

smears of

light cradling

this tiny

survivor

a foetus in

the suburban

womb

barely

attached

by a thin

rivulet of

umbilical

to patches

of papa

in the

east

 

 

 

 

Photo credit: Ebony Lamb 

 





Ariana Tikao

Ariana Tikao is a Kāi Tahu writer and musician based in Ōtautahi. She was awarded as a New Zealand Arts Laureate in 2020, and has co-written two books, Mokorua: My story of moko kauae in 2022, and Te Rā: The Māori Sail in 2023. Ariana was an Ursula Bethell writer in residence at the University of Canterbury in 2023, and is working on her first poetry collection.