Monday, 10 August 2015

Maori Mythology

In Maori Creation Myth, Papatuanuku (earth mother) and Ranganui (sky father) were forced apart by one of their children, Tane (God of the forests) to let in the light and give his siblings freedom. The trees continue to separate earth from sky. Tawhirimatea (God of wind) did not want to be separated from his parents and vowed to cause great tempests ever since. Ranganui still rains down tears upon his beloved, Papatuanuku.


A patchwork quilt
in greys and muted blues,
unravels in the dark horizon.
The wind-whipped lake
foams at the mouth like miniature horses
drowning in their freedom. 
Tāwhirimātea bursts his bellows.
Squall upon squall a silent primal scream.
Papatuanuku nods her viridescent grace
in deference to her offspring:

Who. Is. Wild.
Unleashed long since from her embrace.

Sky-father, Ranginui, shakes his fist
with untold fury; eyes flash and
rent in two an ancient old-man pine.

The heavens open.
We taste those first fat tears,

Then run.

Mandy Edwards. © 2015

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Sunday, 9 August 2015

Shine your light

When I was but a child,
I would read all day and night,
Shine my torch beneath the blankets,
Create shadows with the light.

Why now afraid of shadows?
They're just illusions of the mind,
If you shine your light upon them,
Truth and beauty you will find.

Be filled with light, not darkness,
Keep that torch switched on,
And whenever you resist it,
Chase those shadows right along.

They’ll slink into the corners,
Til your light scares them away,
Keep them running, do not waver,
Soon they won’t be back to stay.

Mandy Edwards. (c) 2015
(Edited version)

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Bits and Pieces

I looked into my fridge tonight and all that I could find,
Were lots of bits and pieces which had me in a bind.

Oh what could I create to satisfy the rumblings,
From lots of bits and pieces and associated grumblings?

A quarter cup of macaroni, a hard bit of cheese -
combined with creamy sauce, that is sure to please.

A bowl of last night's rice. A chunk of pepperoni,
Onion, pepper, ham - hands off. That's for adults only.

How about an omelette? Whisk up the milk and eggs,
Take out a bottle of wine; sniff sadly at the dregs.

Two tins of spaghetti! Oh what a find.
Toast the crusts of stale bread, nobody will mind.

A bit of limp lettuce, grated carrot and some rocket,
Sorry 'bout the bits and pieces, but today I'm out of pocket.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

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Saturday, 21 February 2015

Learnin' the guitar

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Three little birds

Gotta get the rhythm
da da-da da da-da
gotta keep in time
da da-da da da-da
no more thoughts
da da-da da da-da
a–crowdin’ my mind.

Changin’ to an A
da da-da da da-da
fingers in pain
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
kinda sounds the same,

Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
da da-da da da-da
searchin’ for a D
da da-da da da-da
 “three little birds”
da da-da da da-da
start singin’ to me.

Changin’ to an ‘E’
ah ah-ah ah ah-ah
haven’t gotta clue
da da-da da da-da
but it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
that’s my message to you-


Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Unravelling the threads.

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I'm knotted up inside
knit one, purl one
As panic starts to rise
slip one, drop one
Tears betray my eyes
knit one, purl one
The child in me cries
slip one, drop one

It comes as no surprise
knit one, purl one
Fear is my disguise
slip one, drop one
My ego often tries
knit one, purl one
To claim itself as the prize.
slip one, drop one

Yet I'm a girl who tries
knit one, purl one
To untangle all the lies
slip one, drop one
Thoughts left to their demise
knit one, purl one
Give space for love to rise
Slip one, drop one


Mandy Edwards (c) 2014

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Favourite Hymns

Be still for the presence of the lord.


The Servant Song

Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
We are pilgrims on a journey.
We are brothers on the road.
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and bear the load.
I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.
I will weep when you are weeping.
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you.
I will share your joy and sorrow
Till we’ve seen this journey through.
When we sing to God in heaven,
We shall find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony.
Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
Richard Gillard of New Zealand

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Friday, 1 August 2014

Autumn Rains

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Our lawn is in a state of disrepair; the grass
Lies dormant, trampled brown and dead.
For only hardy weeds can thrive out here,
And even those - our urge is to de-head.
My neighbour's patch is brilliant, emerald green.
Not for him this gasping, drought struck land.
He has the liveliest grass I've ever seen,
From founts of water hosed by liberal hand.
Not us! We wait for autumn rains to fall,
And though my fingers itch to bring back life,
I must desist, we are in Nature's thrall,
To interfere may cause some future strife.
    So in this desert moment we just wait,
    For autumn rains to come and satiate.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2014