NaPoMo NZ Day 15 - unreliable narrator

[just mercedes]

 
 
Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month NZ on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month NZ. 


Topic 15: Write a poem, somehow referencing NZ, from the perspective of an unreliable narrator.
 
I don’t think you need any links for this.
 
https://nzhistory.govt.nz/culture/americas-cup
 

Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

[CRNDLSM]

8 am snooze.
830 babies dressed food ready
        kiss her out the door
11 the dishes are out of control
      this is a good movie 
330 I should weed the yard
5 pm change the diaper
     kiss her home
7 dinner was alright
1130 this is a good movie

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If I lived in New Zealand and was unreliable

[Todd]

7 Minutes After Midnight

Wellington is the capital of New Zealand.
a few facts about Wellington:

It has a population of 405,000 residents.

It is the world’s windiest city with winds
blowing over 26 kilometers per hour.

It is named after the first Duke of Wellington
who won the Battle of Waterloo.

It is also a black standard poodle.

When I found Wellington, I found the fork.
It wasn’t the type you eat with;
it was for scrapping dirt like a bird,
or I guess for killing Wellington. Not
the city, you can’t kill a city with a fork.
You could kill the Duke with a fork I suppose, 
but he died from a stroke.

I don’t think the Duke liked gardening.

[just mercedes]

What year did you say it is?


I’d heard of the cave at Tunnel Burn,
its swirling waters, and the ferns, ‘cos I
work on a tunnel, six and a half miles
carved up from Deep Cove.

I went caving on my rostered day off,
Sunday, February 14, 1964,
wandered in and poked around,
followed an arm. Each time
it divided, I stayed right, entrance
by ferns and fungi, delicate,
trembling in the moist air
came across a bed of moss
inviting as a velvet couch
and stretched, to rest.

Such dreams!

When I woke up
my torch battery was flat,
my watch had stopped at 4.
I worried I’d be late for work,
and hurried back along the branches.
Met you in the main cave entrance.

You tell me a tour is due,
private viewing only.
Of course I don’t have a ticket.
Since when, did you say?

What year is it now?

A man’s asleep for fifty years
and the bloody Nationals are in again.

[Wastrel]

Unreliable UK friend

So you moved to Wellington
and said at your leaving-do,
"Visit. Won't you."
Stranger with straggly hair
at our table curled her lips
and smirked (at me)
"You won't go. Will you."
(I was incensed).

[Anna]

So sorry, but I am on repeat 

So, 
she got onto the bus in Alaska 
and sailed across 
to the land of the hobbit 

she found a hobbit 
and a community of hobbits 

she then wanted to visit the elves 
and had to ask each of them if they could 

none were Frodo or Sam Gamgee 
so she wished upon a shooting star 
that she could find Gandalf 
but she found the mad Hatter 
and it all began to make sense 


she adopted a dog and a cat 
then got onto the old bus 
drove across oceans 
to Egypt 

found the Pharaohs 
had a line of descendants 
found a child with songs 
another with wings 
they drove across the Nile 
and into the Amazon 

sometimes the wine goes 
to the head, sometimes 
it slips away into legends 
she is a teetotaller 
and the teeth on that old bus 
just fell off into the sky 

now what the heck am I writing 
maybe fantasia is more fun 
real life more sombre 
life is more than just gestation 
pregnancy or abortion 

       of dreams and desires

[Achebe]

And she went on ahead of me in the pelting rain, grass stems slick as ice underfoot. One wrong move, I thought, slipstreaming behind her, in a dream state of heightened alertness, aware of each icicle as I crunched on through the clouds till suddenly I emerged in brilliance on cascade saddle, and she wasn't there.
I waited an hour, my H frame resting on the ground, but she had disappeared.
Yes, it did rain that day, I'd done my research beforehand.

[Tiger the Lion]

Until That Night
on Hot Water Beach
 

she'd never orgasmed;
 
never known hot springs
and thought I invented them.
 
I was a painter's palette
conjuring new colours
and she became
 
canvas.

[kolemath]

The Land of Zeal

Aren't many words that start
with Z
--zebra, zombie, zelkova--
and even fewer places
--Zimbabwe, Zambia, Zagazig.

Of all the Zs we could examine,
my favorite must be zeal.
And to think, there is a land of zeal.

Island mountains in the ocean, 
jungles, lakes upon the mountains,

floating north,
as we all should be.

[billy]

some great stuff going on in the NZ threads

[Leanne]

They train the All Blacks
by feeding them kittens
and having them run with a kiwi
under each arm. The words
of the haka are a plea
for release from the underwear
they're forced into: kiwi feathers
and kitten claws. No callous
can form on flesh that must remain tender,
for the pleasure
of the softest sheep.
Or six.