Tigers at Awhitu by Sarah Broom
Harriet the spy you – don’t let your friends get their hands on your notebooks
Melissa, we must have read the same books as children…
I agree. This is an extraordinary poem that shows the way poetry can stretch out like an elastic band and ping us … a poem, a little startle. Now and then.
James Brown DOES come from Palmerston North
Haha, yes, I know. So do I. I remember hearing him talk on the radio about how his poems were often fictional.
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Harriet the spy you – don’t let your friends get their hands on your notebooks
Melissa, we must have read the same books as children…
I agree. This is an extraordinary poem that shows the way poetry can stretch out like an elastic band and ping us … a poem, a little startle. Now and then.
James Brown DOES come from Palmerston North
Haha, yes, I know. So do I. I remember hearing him talk on the radio about how his poems were often fictional.