Editing Poems with a Giraffe and an Ostrich

Where I live on the Kapiti Coast in New Zealand, towns are the filling in a very beautiful sandwich. One slice of bread is the turquoise Tasman sea, which is garnished with Kapiti Island, a bush-clad native bird sanctuary and reserve 5km off shore. The other slice is the perpetually green slopes of the Waikanae hills, unfurling 500m into the vast sky.

We have a slice of the hills visible from our kitchen window. From here, the ridgeline of the hills is a smooth, wavy line, looking very like a row of joined up lowercase ns in a child’s handwriting exercise. The sweeping flanks of the hills are dark green from the ranks of pine trees marching up them. But let your eye sweep northwards along the ridge and you’ll see where the pines revert to native bush – lush, green slopes of kohekohe trees and giant ferns sprawling up to the sky.

giraffe pinHidden beneath 330 hectares of this dense canopy is Hemi Matenga scenic reserve. The reserve, one of the largest remaining patches of native kohekohe forest in the Wellington area, is home to tui and kereru and ruru. When we still lived in the centre of Waikanae we’d often hear the ruru’s mournful hoot floating on the still, night air as we were falling asleep at night.

A couple of walking tracks wind through the cool shadows of the bush, and a steep, sometimes muddy, 514 metre climb leads from the reservoir at the entrance on Tui Street up to the grassy lookout at the summit of Hemi Matenga. From up there, spread out below are spectacular views across Waikanae, out to Kapiti Island and across the sea to the South Island.

And if you are below, at a particular point of a particular road, lift your eyes to the ridgeline of Hemi Matenga and you will see…

a giraffe.

Yep, a giraffe. But you have to be fast – drive a few metres further and the giraffe disappears, wearing a pretty cunning camouflage of tree. Oh, alright, it IS a tree – but it does make a convincing looking giraffe. And if you squint a bit, you might spot a slightly distorted looking ostrich several paces away staring down at the giraffe.
Our grand-daughter calls it the Dr Seuss ostrich.

When I was teaching, I used to drive past the giraffe-spotting spot every day on the way home from school. I always looked out for the giraffe and his ostrichy friend. I’ve seen them in all weathers – light rain, grey skies, bright sunshine, moonrise, even freckled with a thin, lacy coat of snow – and snow down to 500 metres around here is hens teeth kind of event. Sometimes cloud cover was down to where the bush on Hemi Matenga gave way to houses, and giraffe and ostrich were as hidden in the cloud as the birds under the canopy.

Now we live in the next town and I’m not teaching any more, we don’t often view the ridge from the right animal-spotting angle. Yet the habit is well-ingrained and by chance last week I was in Waikanae twice. The first time was a clear, sunny day, and the giraffe looked strong and sturdy standing against the blue sky chatting with his ostrich pal. The second it was a grey, mizzly kind of day, and mist swirled around the slopes of Hemi Matenga. No creatures to be seen.

giraffe pin3Seeing and not-seeing them again reminded me of Contours, a poem I’d written some time ago about seen and not-seen things.

As I said at the beginning, one slice of our sandwich home is the ocean and Kapiti Island, sitting a few km out to sea. The island is an iconic symbol of local identity dominating the watery horizon. 40-odd km over its shoulder, depending on weather and light-quality New Zealand’s South Island advances and recedes, appears and disappears daily.

These changing views of the South Island were the focus of Contours. That, and loss. But I didn’t like the title, and there was something missing, some connection that changing the original title and tweaking and trimming some of the lines didn’t do quite enough to convey what I wanted.

So I’d done what I usually do, and left the poem to marinate. Sometimes all that is needed is to step back for a while – a few days, several weeks, maybe six months – and take your mind off it. The solution will often present itself when you’re busy looking the other way.

PRO TIP – keep a pen and pad beside your bed in case the solution strolls along in the middle of the night. The notepad function on cellphones is useful too, or texting yourself. These days I always keep something to hand where I can record ideas – I’ve lost too many to the ether by trusting my memory to hold on to them until morning!

In this case, it was my two, long-time-no-see trees masquerading as wild animals that presented the solution. They seem to capture some giraffey, ostrichy character and emotion that makes them look as if they could trot off into the moonrise wing in hoof together. I realised it was exactly that sense of character and emotion that was missing in my poem.

After that, all it took to fix my poem was one hour, two lines coaxed into sunshine, and three lines banished into mist.

Now all it needs is to be read.


The Language of Maps

Waves roll a turquoise silk swatch
from this coiled wire of road
to Kapiti Island.

Beyond Kapiti’s sharp, green pleats,
silk sea still unfolds, spreading
to another piece of this jigsaw land,
the last interruption before Antarctica.

The South Island is so clear today
I think I should see red flares flower
on pohutukawa trees,
and your yellow, wet-suited arms
wheel through white splashes of waves,
while blue flashes of tui wings
guide you to harbour.

A ribbon of dust streams silver glitter
through my fingers. My view blurs.

Some days, the South Island
is just an indigo suggestion, a smudge
blurring sea and sky,
or a soft tumble of clouds
gathered on a distant hem of water
below snaggletooth mountains.

Other days, its shape is so sharp I think
the continental plates shifted miles closer.

Under a star-sequinned shadecloth
of night, I know where it lies,
from spasmodic scythes of silver light –
maybe a lighthouse signal
in the Marlborough Sounds.

But on days clouds draw heavy drapes
across the sky, or rain falls in grey stripes,
my only sight of the South Island
is when I open the glovebox
and unfold a neat rectangle of map
you put there before you left.

You taught me the language of maps,
a fluent lexicon of contours and coordinates.
You said all paths can be traced with a map
and compass; all landmarks found.

Because of maps,
I know some things are not lost
just because they are hidden from view.

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  25 comments for “Editing Poems with a Giraffe and an Ostrich

  1. 12/11/2019 at 8:24 pm

    Superb blog! Do you have any tips for aspiring writers? I’m planning to start my own site soon but I’m a little lost on everything. Would you propose starting with a free platform like WordPress or go for a paid option? There are so many choices out there that I’m totally confused .. Any ideas? Many thanks!


  2. 03/08/2019 at 10:18 am

    I have little notepads (or post-it notes) everywhere. You never know when you’ll have a thought that you just have to write down. I love your writing–you make it so easy to visualize the setting, even with its quicksilver mist. My parents spent a month in New Zealand and Australia a few years ago–the New Zealand coast was their absolute favorite!

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    • Trish
      03/08/2019 at 10:44 am

      Thank you. I think the NZ coastline is one of the best I’ve seen too!


  3. 03/08/2019 at 2:47 am

    What a wonderful place you live in. Giraffes always look so cute. I have always wished to visit New Zealand and will for sure in 2021 as my next year travel destinations are already finalized.

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    • Trish
      03/08/2019 at 10:45 am

      You’ll have a fantastic trip!


  4. Lyosha Varezhkina
    03/08/2019 at 1:58 am

    How cute is that! If it was a real Giraffe out there. I love them, such beautiful and funny animals.

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    • Trish
      03/08/2019 at 10:46 am

      It would be very cute!


  5. 02/08/2019 at 11:40 pm

    You live in an amazing place! It must be breathtaking to wake up to that scenery and wildlife every day!
    One thing though, you mentioned three animals that I, living in the United States, have no idea what they even are. I have never heard of them before so I’m thinking they may be some kind of bird but I’m not really certain. This is what you wrote: Wellington area is home to tui and kereru and ruru.

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    • Trish
      03/08/2019 at 12:32 am

      It is very beautiful! You’re right, they are birds. Tui is a parsonbird, kereru a woodpigeon and ruru is a morepork, a tiny owl.


  6. 02/08/2019 at 8:12 pm

    When I read the title of this post, my first thought was, how cool would it be to work and edit writing while hanging out next to a giraffe? Giraffes are one of my favorite animals, maybe before I’m so short and they are such graceful giants. Getting past the title, since I know that’s never all of the story in your blog. Lol. I love the imagery in your poem. You really do have a way with words, making it truly a joy to read every time. New Zealand looks like an inspiring place to live!

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    • Trish
      03/08/2019 at 12:34 am

      It would be very cool – I guess the giraffe-tree is the next best thing!


  7. 02/08/2019 at 12:38 am

    I like the idea of keeping a note on the bedside table. Also the poem was really great!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Trish
      02/08/2019 at 12:50 pm

      thank you


  8. 01/08/2019 at 6:59 pm

    This is such a beautiful poem, you are so talented!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Trish
      02/08/2019 at 12:25 am

      Thank you 🙂


  9. 01/08/2019 at 3:03 pm

    Oh my goodness, this is such a beautiful poem. I also really loved how you described your surroundings; it makes it easy for me to visualize being there.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Trish
      01/08/2019 at 5:44 pm

      Thank you 🙂


  10. Lindsay Rae
    01/08/2019 at 10:42 am

    Love love love this!! You have such a beautiful environment to draw inspiration from, and clearly it is working! Your poetry is chalk full of imagery and a real life depth. I too sleep with a notebook by my bed. There has been too many moments of waking up in the middle of the night, thinking of something brilliant (or, at least what I imagine to be brilliant at 3 in the morning) and then forgetting it by morning!

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    • Trish
      01/08/2019 at 5:46 pm

      Thank you! Yes, it’s a beautiful place to live, I’m very lucky – lots of inspiration


  11. 01/08/2019 at 6:14 am

    Wow!!! Your writing is so full of imagery. I don’t like reading poetry but I love what you’ve done to add to your poetry (which is beautiful by the way..this is from someone that actively avoids it) for people like me. I enjoyed the back story to your poem which made me reallllly want to read it!! Talented!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Trish
      01/08/2019 at 5:47 pm

      Thank you! 🙂


  12. Sonia Seivwright
    01/08/2019 at 3:28 am

    Beautiful poem. New Zealand is on my destination list.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Trish
      01/08/2019 at 5:47 pm

      Thank you. NZ is well worth a visit.


  13. sjd68
    31/07/2019 at 12:25 pm

    This poem gave me such a perfect picture of what you were describing. I kind of wish it was a giraffe as they are such graceful animals. There is nothing quite like living by the sea. New Zealand is a place I hope to one day visit.

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    • Trish
      31/07/2019 at 4:01 pm

      Thanks Scott. Yeh, it would be very cool if it was a real giraffe up there!

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