On the Cook Strait Ferry in the Marlborough Sounds

This land is like a cluster of hands,
Fingers extending
Tips dipping into
The blue bath of the channel,
Knuckles crooked.
What is the collective noun for hands?
A fiddle? A drum?

Why not a Sound of hands.
The tourists take photos of their teeth,
Smiles against the handy hills.
They don’t seem to notice …

… the sound of hands.

Chris Perley
South Island Road trip
2012

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2 Responses to On the Cook Strait Ferry in the Marlborough Sounds

  1. helena triplett says:

    Nice one Chris,   Regards, Helena

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