nonpareil
apple scent a coastal stronghold
for the angel band evangels
in a wave cloud and the little parrots
whirling up above the sound
of hymns hoes and the audacious
book of prophets old and new
more trouble there shortly
but for now the steep cove metaphor
of outstanding grace hanging on
for dear life and hoping karrakea, atua
the signs could be relied upon
Ruth Ross went to Rangihoua
with her sons whose sharp eyes
found rose foliage on the grass-covered lip
of a house-site just above
the shingly beach it was sweet briar
all right Te Mihanere missionary rose
first-comer needle-sharp eglantine
the man from the Alligator saw it 1834
at Paihia an impervious hedge
around the chapel mixing its perfume
with the breeze the man from the Beagle
wasn’t about to go down that path
but mentioned hedgerows in abundance
Richard Taylor saw it in the ruins
on the hillside at Oihi Mrs William White
watered it on my three darlings’ grave
at Mangungu these were the sightings
Ruth Ross made and grubbed up
pieces of root from the vanished house
for transfer to her garden marvelling
at the fool or rogue who abandoned
those first mission settlers
on the precipitous and barren hillside
so much for grace it was Ruth
who got some of the old roses
from the graves in Grafton gully
just ahead of the bulldozers putting
the motorway through field collection
and it was Ruth whose digging
in the text of Te Tiriti began its
revisionist history her papers
are at the Museum perhaps the rose
has more to say perhaps we should
search further in the mission garden
or near the shingly beach perhaps
there is more to do
who’s this kid one of six
remembers walking out to a farm job
at Takatu dusty white road
enormous hedges fragrant full of bees
looked like they’d been there forever
could have been Anais Ségales
the rosy-purple Gallica to be found
bordering many back roads in Northland
its pinky-purple flowers gray with dust
maybe that one and skylarks up above
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