Thursday, August 13, 2009

Wasavulu



from w
When sorting out old poetry files yesterday I came across a poem I'd written way back to the time of the road blocks in Labasa which must have been about 87. I rejigged the poem a little and here it is. Wasavulu of course is a historical site a few k out of Labasa town.

Wasavulu

Near our grandfather's garden
knee-deep in weaving grasses
we leapt barefoot over flat stones,
ducked around grey pillars,
targetted trees with coconuts,
made spinning windmills.
Mere called out for lunch
'Come and eat shellfish.'

Grandfather, after a Christian grace,
said, 'The gods are friends;
they organize, sustain us.
In return we host others,
bhaini and bhaiya, who
plough valleys and hillsides,
and lease money becomes
our new tradition.'

Tabu to women once, a secret place,
a priest's falsetto prepared for war.
Ritual blood smeared the grass
and mana leapt amidst stones.

Goddesses once hauled stones overland
after a skirmish in Cakaudrove.
The bure kalou now invisible,
The shark-god not spoken of.

Men no longer dance in moonlight
but look sidelong at neighbours
as school buses stall on bad roads.
Do you remember when sandals
slapped bitumen in political marches
and hymns were sung at a road-block?
Now men dream over yaqona bowls,
cannot speak of islands scorched by the sun.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Vinaka vakalevu
Wendy
I am in Labasa enjoy the best weather so far but still attending the big fenural of Radini ni vanua of Ratu Joe Ritova the fomer Tui Labasa.
Keep on writing.
Loloma
Peceli

Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...

bula sia watiqu sia,
Another funeral? Keep well and send some photos please. I went to the Geelong West Book Fair after my office job and the guys said it's going well. It's sunny here, looks like winter is nearly over.
Loloma to the family there. Reading the Fiji news, it seems that there is still a muddle about church meetings, etc.
W.