This is a poem I wrote last year. I realise now that it has less to do with the 2011 Rugby World Cup (here in NZ), and more to do with living with the threat of an Earthquake. We had a fairly strong one recently!
Dinosaur clouds, slow heavy ships sailing the day’s burnt orange lake
Pterodactyls like gossamer, veiling the night, urging white in the wake
Anxious not to land upon the monsters minds make.
The black underbellies of these suspended reptiles reflect the flare
The floodlight of a menacing stadium’s slow erupting glare.
A warning to this funeral pyre free-falling into some nightmare.
Desperate, dispersed wildebeest, crushing blind unheard into hilly black sky.
Listening to the bubbling stadium’s volcanic victory cry,
Eyes wide, I’m sleepless and silent as the black clouds hasten by.