Courier of bloom powder
so that the river meadow is agog with flower head;
low-lying daisy wakes with the sun and turns
till dark hushes each petal and all the hubbub dies down.
Even sandfly, vampire of the light, gives up
his head-butting crawl across glass while moth
is up all hours with her deliveries.
NZ moths often have colourful, stunning patterning but nonetheless do their work largely unseen. It’s not that I imagine Paula is up all hours but the work involved in running NZ Poetry Box and NZ Poetry Shelf (both of which have very quickly become significant forums for poets and readers of poetry) is way more than the front lets on.
Paula’s own poetry is playful, inventive and wonderfully lyrical. I hope we see more of it in the coming year.
Happy birthday, dear Paula.