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Honorable Mention Journey Through Aotearoa Sam Pearce Christchurch to Wellington. Land like a woman, dips and hollows beckon, seductive, beneath a blue coverlet. My gaze strokes the breast of horizon. Sinks into soft-bellied valley, brushed with dark haired pines. Ranginui trails grey garlands of mist down gorges, glutted green. We travel a road past bones of those who came before us, their memories scattered, in small plots on the roadside. Rise the crest of the Hundalee, and a thousand miles of shining sea stretch the skyline. Pine trees stand on a hill, their feathered head dress tickle the sky’s ribs in a wheezy chuckle of wind. Along her spiny back, the South Island dips languid toes, into the Cook Strait, falling behind us as we sail on black and silver ruched silk. Away from our misty past and on, past the rocky teeth that hold trapped the ghostly Wahine, foundered on memories of pale watered bodies that wash past us in the ferry’s wake. |
