The Taniwha crept into the harbour,
Trapping the city in its dragon breath.
At loss, trapped, beneath high pressure power,
A lid of cloud, that needed sun with teeth.
We drove up to the lid, in search of blue,
And found a hole, from which we could peak-a-boo.
Wellington and its harbour hills, no clue
To when the sun would burn the Taniwha.
© Sarah Lee, 2011
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Joining in with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop –
I chose prompt 4.) Write a poem inspired by the word “Loss”.
