Author: Rebecca Nash
is a poet who lives in Lyttelton with her child, cat, dog and many spiders in the corners. She is a graduate of Victoria University’s IIML and likes to read poems in bars.
Rebecca Nash
An Oyster Catcher And down by the sea I watch you watch the birds Never no more to hold you In a black lost space Waiting for the fever And down in the creviced rock I run through broken shells Think of the fast feast With my back to the sea The oyster catcher watches… Continue reading Rebecca Nash
Rebecca Nash
Portrait of a snowy hill All the flowers on all the hills are seared white with snow. Their softness hardened by cold, As breasts standing tall, Breasts touched by a hand, raw and shivering. A real hand, Sharpened by air, Not a warm bedtime hand of memory. And I thought of you, Telling her you… Continue reading Rebecca Nash