Friday, 3 February 2017

Isaiah 58.8

I clasp you tight
a quivering wreck of a thing
as the dawn light breaks


as the dawn light breaks
watch the curve of my smile
as healing begins

as healing begins
taste that sweet ambrosia
now and forever

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Forever Together

If we could be together
Would you hold me close
So I can hear your breath?


If we could be together,
Would you take my hand
And wipe away my tears?


If we could be together,
Would you keep me filled
With overflowing love?


If we cannot be together. Ever.
Will you slip into my heart
So I can feel you there,


Mandy Edwards (c) 2016

Monday, 21 November 2016

Damn you

Damn you
Damn you for making me believe
Damn you for making me believe in you
Damn you for making me believe in you then leaving me
Damn you for making me believe in you then leaving me to wonder why
Damn you for leaving me to wonder why then doubt you
Damn you for making me doubt you
Now I have to believe in me
Bless you.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2016
(Revised Edition)

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Man and Wife

I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
Whose viridescent branches hide us here,
And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,
Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.
This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.
I sigh; relax and watch you drift away,
Enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,
That dance upon your face in gleeful play.
I slow my heart in time to beat with yours,
And marvel at each gentle breath you take,
I feel the rising swell of inner shores,
And turn my back upon some distant ache.
    For in this magic place no worldy strife,
    Can take away our love as man and wife.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
(Edited version)

Return of the Tui

Last Summer we cut down our pines,
so tall they had become.
For years they'd nurtured native plants,
but now their job was done.

Alas! No longer did we hear,
our Tui's joyful song.
He'd teetered on the spindly tops,
and warbled loud and long.

But now he didn't have a place,
to serenade his mate;
as silence fell upon us,
realisation came too late:

That Nature has a purpose,
beyond our narrow sight,
and human intervention,
doesn't always get it right.

Yet Time can be benevolent,
and smaller pines have grown.
Today I heard that bell-like chime,
Our Tui's come back home!

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

A Gift.

There is no poetry in my life
without you.

My muse, my light, my soul -
Where have you gone?

One short glorious year
I knew you,

And words came tumbling forth
in joyful song.

But then you left. As quickly
as you came.

And though I've begged you:
Speak, please speak to me.

All I've ever heard
Is silence.

No-thing but silence. Oh.
Is that your final gift to me?

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015.


A patch work quilt in greys and muted blues
unravels in the dark horizon.

The wind-whipped lake foams at the mouth
like minature horses drowning in their freedom.

Tawhirimatea bursts his bellows
Squall upon squall a heaving primal breath.

Papatuanuku bows her head
in deference to her offspring: Who Is Wild,
long since released from her embrace.

Ranganui shakes his fist with untold fury;
Eyes flash fire and rent in two an old man pine.

The heavens open. We taste those first fat tears,
then run.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015