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Sea in a Bottle by Sarah Maindonald
Note
Sarah Maindolnald reads her own poem, Sea in a bottle, written in response to the exhibition Te Wheke: Pathways Across Oceania at Christchurch Art Gallery Te Puna o Waiwhetū
it holds the ancestry of our peoples, it is extinct,
it holds each summer frolic,
it holds the memory of Maui’s birth,
it holds the memory of ice which covered the planet mammoths moa mother,
Enfys who strode into the waves an Amazon for whom jelly fish fled
and a small child felt limitless safety,
Tangaroa’s anger lives in this bottle,
in defence of his mother
he gouged his brother’s side
sand ran out between his ribs becoming skeletal,
we are skeletal
Tangaroa is turning
plastic poisoned,
oil smeared
moko misshapen by radiated waves
from Japan, from Bikini
his Pacific face barely visible
where is the mother?
sensuous curves of brown earth
draped on the bones of the multitudes
Tangaroa worshipped her,
he longed to be deep within her
snuggled soft with his siblings
not
cast away
swallowing the world’s waste
we searched for the quick fix,
the coke and sex on the beach
the discarded condom
the genome of a people
…. seeping into the ocean.
he longed for the abundance she sheltered in her crevices
sustenance for the generations to come
she died
a death that tortured her over decades
she roused in struggle, regained the power of her limbs
but then they attacked her heart, the blood stopped flowing
she began to rot…..
we are skeletal, putrified, dissolved
the sea in a bottle….