MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Jeanie Richards

The Dead Room

the sun-drenched room in my house
is called the dead room
it’s where I go
to make memories

a nephew holding a half empty bottle of steiny
sits next to his cousin in her piupiu
singing whale songs
in mahesian melodies

a dreadlocked bro
carves a waka and 
blows us away
with the lead and melody
of Hey Joe
on a three string guitar

an old mate holds a snapper
way out in front of him
makes it look bigger…he reckons

dad in a turban
plays a stick flute
to tame an imaginary cobra
that strikes at mum

in a silly xmas hat
my tane with the toothy grin
wears the taonga
carved by guitar hero bro

sitting next to our
beautiful nephew
whose neck was snapped
at a roundabout
in the fog

I hang out in the dead room
a lot
always toasty warm

sometimes I shiver
sometimes I want to join them

Contributor's Note
Aussie exile who has lived in NZ for the last 20 years. Studied Sociology/Philosophy at Waikato from 95-01. Returned to work at Waikato in 2012 where she has been dabbling in creative writing.  Interested in social justice issues and prospecting.