Two boys on roller blades
They've set up a goal:
some wooden struts
wedged in the gutter, strapped
to a power pole
and a sheet of black vinyl salvaged
trimmed, for this.
They flow across the road
up and back and around
as if it's the camber of the road
that lifts them, drops and lifts
till a neighbour's car in careful low gear
washes the boys to the side
in a cross-current.
Hockey sticks dangle, wait.
Then wrists flex; they check,
snag the pockmarked puck, flick it
whack it, gulp into the goal.
Circling again, no words
I am just back from a big trip to New Zealand to launch the three new
Hoopla books from Mākaro Press. (And a few gigs on the side with my
good mate Coral Carter who came along for the ride.) I think I can safely
say that all three Hoopla poets (me, Bryan Walpert and Carolyn McCurdie,
plus our sidekick Coral, plus of course our esteemed editor and publisher
Mary McCallum) had a great time. But then - and how we were
staggered and almost on the point of dumbfoundery - our books entered
the NZ bestseller list. First Bryan, then Carolyn, then me. Then Carolyn's
book shot to number one! Well knock me sideways and tickle me with a
feather! Cheers to Mākaro Press and all who sail in her.
It was hard to pick just one poem from Carolyn's debut book. It is so fresh
and well grounded, so charming and perspicacious. But I went for the lads
and their hockey sticks, for reasons that will be obvious.
Carolyn McCurdie is a Dunedin writer who has worked as a teacher
and librarian. Winner of the New Zealand Poetry Society’s International
Poetry Competition and the Lilian Ida Smith Award, she is a long-time
contributor to New Zealand’s leading poetry journals, and has published
an ebook of short stories and a children’s fantasy novel. Carolyn is a member
of the Octagon Poets Collective and helps to organise live poetry events in