One Hundred Years After Their Demise
the Gods are Recycled
Hail Ancient Ones!
Hail
Pahiatua
Kanapa
Tirorangi
Haere mai
our Chieftan Kauri
lost from our eyes
for the last
hundred years
- you of the gold
blood
who whispered our
songs
into the ears of
the sun.
Hail!
Maungatua
Maiki
Te Kiteroa
our Elder Rimu,
the wise ones who
held
the sky to the land
as it struggled to
stride away:
you also we wailed
for
at your going,
Gods of our heart.
We thought we had lost you for ever
but, pah!
No one could
diminish your power,
though men tried,
men tried,
when they roughly
dismembered
your reign
of two hundred, a
hundred more,
a thousand years.
Welcome.
Haere mai.
It is good to see
you again
- the swirl of your
mere,
the fierce glare of
your eye,
the fire of your
soul
glows alive in your
flesh.
Haere mai. Haere
mai.
We see you arise,
renewed
under the artisan’s
hand,
you:
Pahiatua
Kanapa
Tirorangi
Maungatua
Maiki
Te Kiteroa
now fragmented and
multiplied
and brought into
our homes
as a chest of
drawers, table, chair.
The people (your
people),
know who we host.
We honour our
guests.
We invite you in.
Haere mai. Haere mai. Haere mai.
key:
Pahiatua :
resting place of a god
Kanapa: shining
Tirorangi: skypiercer
Maungatua: mountain of spirits
Maiki: the high place
Te Kiteroa: the long view
these translations
of the names given to the Kauri and Rimu trees in this poem came from ‘A
Dictionary of Maori Place Names’ by A.W. Reed.
Poem Copyright: Lois E Broom and from "Daisy Hill - home is where the hat is."
I used to work as a salesperson for a company that made the most amazing furniture out of recycled timber - mainly Kauri and Rimu that they sourced from some of the most unusual places. More often than not interesting flaws would be left in them by the craftsmen which made the furniture very individual and recognisable . The particular quality of Kauri is that it is a soft wood and easy to work and has the sort of grain which refracts light and I would be hurrying down the showroom, when a beam of sunlight caught the table and as I passed it would flash light out at me. I never tired of going back to watch it happen again. Rimu is a much harder wood and has a rich golden to red grain, the more intense in grain and colour as it gets closer to being heart wood.
What a lovely poem to share-I love trees in this country and hope my place is a safe haven for them.
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