NaPoMo NZ Day 12 - NZ fairytale, fable, or parable
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Silent, at his uncle’s funeral
 
 
‘Aue! The light! It hurts my head, my eyes!
I want to hide in shadows - make it night!’
His father shivers at the son’s weak cries.
His flesh is wasted. Something isn’t right.
 
His wife died suddenly, just weeks ago
and now his son’s life fades, despite his care.
No vomiting or fever, broken bone
but look! His eyes! The boy’s no longer there.
 
The tohunga, soul surgeon to their tribe,
arrives, his diagnosis fresh dismay.
‘The boy’s been cursed by someone near your side.’
‘Then curse him back, but harder! Don’t delay!’
 
Within three days the boy was out of bed,
observing tangihanga for the dead.
 
 
http://nzetc.victoria.ac.nz/tm/scholarly...dy-d4.html
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NaPoMo NZ Day 12 - NZ fairytale, fable, or parable - by just mercedes - 10-12-2017, 07:50 AM
RE: NaPoMo NZ Day 12 - NZ fairytale, fable, or parable - by just mercedes - 10-12-2017, 10:19 AM
RE: NaPoMo NZ Day 12 - NZ fairytale, fable, or parable - by just mercedes - 10-12-2017, 04:22 PM
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