Welcome to gurglewords. My name is Helen McKinlay. I am a published author and poet from New Zealand. On this page I publish a wide range of poetry from around the globe. Browse through my archives and meet some of my guests. All work on this blog is copyright. For permission to use my writing contact mck-h at hotmail dot com For more information go to https://www.read-nz.org/writer/mckinlay-helen/
Sky Father Thor/Jupiter/Zeus, however they name you,
when I was small you had ice blue eyes, your hair was red, your skin tinged beetroot from the desert sun.
Your voice reverberated, you rubbed an emery cheek on mine, saying it was a “dry shave”.
Yesterday the garden was serene when I saw a cloud up north swelling to a goblin shape
only to disintegrate in strands, blow back like an old man’s hair.
I didn’t notice other clouds muttering, amassing—I forgot your sudden rages—
just as in the old days, when I thought I was in the clear you unleashed the works—
the radio fizzed, lightning snaked across the sky, you flashed your knives and forks,
flung down raindrops heavy as pennies, pelted tender leaves with hailstones, and you flapped the thunder board,
but the bolts slithered sideways cloud to cloud, didn’t strike home, the thunder was muted . . .
it was a fireworks show, Sky Father, a fairground distraction so children could shiver deliciously, and good for the garden.
This is one of a series of poems, written at various times. They are a sampler based on my childhood in the far south of Aotearoa. There are scenes, characters and stories which demand to be told.
Helen says: I am very pleased to start my fourth year as a Tuesday Poet with Barbara Strang. I first met Barbara during my few years in Christchurch when I joined the longstanding Airing Cupboard Women Poets. I was impressed by her meticulous editing and her easy grasp of words. Barbara’s poetry is trim and spare. She often combines her keen appreciation of nature with a human conundrum. This leads to an uplifting clarity even in her more serious poems. For example this extract from ‘Scrap’ (The Corrosion Zone, 2011)
the soft blue sky
my head ringing with
the ‘not coming back.’
Fresh summer leaves
curve towards me…
My Old Man, was one of thirteen poems by Barbara published in Takahe 83, their 25th anniversary edition. Barbara was the featured poet, a well deserved honour.
Barbara Strang is a poet and editor with an MA in Creative Writing (Vic). She was brought up in Invercargill, (the eldest of ten children). These days, she lives at Mount Pleasant, Christchurch. Barbara edited Moments in the Whirlwind (New Zealand Poetry Society, 2009) and Across the Fingerboards (New Zealand Poetry Society, 2010). She has won the NZPS haiku competition’s haiku section twice and also been its judge.
A selection of haiku which have inspired Barbara along the way is a feature on the NZ Poetry Society website. Read ‘My Haiku Journey’ here.
Duck Weather (Poets Group,2005).
The Corrosion Zone (HeadworX, 2011).
Her poetry, haiku and other writing has been awarded and published in New Zealand and overseas.
For an excellent interview with Barbara published by Tuesday Poet Tim Jones see here.
You can read a selection of her own haiku here.
Do check out the Tuesday Poem Hub where Helen Lowe is the editor with ‘Breathing You In’, a poem by David Gregory. And while you’re there, browse through the rich variety of poems chosen by other Tuesday Poets.