Stuart’s gallantry … I remember once
He struck a bully who had called his girl
some mildly offensive name … Wild honey.
Margaret’s passion … She danced a hula once
for a Director of Education
on a cluttered table top … Wild honey.
Lilburn’s solitude … Alone he paces
an empty beach, creating in his mind
bare harmonies of sand and wave … Wild honey.
Meg’s loveliness … In that absurd boatshed
how it glowed, while the tide chuckled and slapped
below us — God, how she glowed! … Wild honey.
These things: gallantry, passion, solitude
and loveliness — how they glow! … Wild honey.
By Alistair Te Ariki Campbell