Apologies to mrs g for not getting around to this until now.
Some of my favourites ...
books - not a fan of novels so much as chronicles, diaries, bios, short stories and of course poetry.
birds - If I believed in reincarnation (which I don’t) I’d come back as an albatross, but on one condition; as one of the Northern Royals at Taiaroa Head - they get looked after so well.
Orepuki - The town where I was brought up.
sea - The ocean places me, calms me and inspires me.
afternoon naps - ‘Nana naps’; a deep, 2-hour sleep during the day is a great anesthetic. I just wish workplaces would provide!
firesides - Nothing like a fireside ...
rain and wild weather - Orepuki, where I was brought up, is near the Roaring Forties. Consequently, I have happy, primal memories of rain and wind and wild weather.
dvds - What a great invention. Who needs to go out?
hot baths - Mmmm ... with bubbles ... chocolate, candles, wine, a book ....
frosty mornings - There’s something fresh, invigorating, clear and clean about an icy, frosty morning.
autumn - The glory of summer saying good-bye; the dying, the slowing down, the mild warmth and the soft light.
babies - And now, if they’re crabby or smelly, I can just hand them back!
Cilla McQueen is an established New Zealand poet. She has published ten books of poetry. Recently she has moved down to Bluff, Southland, at the bottom of the South Island, New Zealand. Here she writes about her environment of sea and light, harbour and hills and of her relationship with her new-found home, the town of Bluff and its people. An artist as well as a poet, Cilla has included drawings in some of her poetry books.
Cilla McQueen is an expert at capturing a moment. She is a poet of place, so wherever she is, she becomes part of that place; a resident, with a resident’s perspective. An expert wordsmith, her sense of the moi juste is her special gift. I adore her work. My favourite book of poetry is her ‘Berlin Diary’ written while she was on a writing assignment in Berlin, Germany. Here her natural bent towards a sense of place has been shaken and stirred somewhat, but she still manages to evoke the feeling of being ‘here’ as a foreigner, feeling a little lost, a little homesick, a little disoriented. We are introduced to other writers from other countries, but subtly and naturally. Because above all else, Cilla is a natural: a natural writer, observer and chronicler.
I love Cilla’s work. All I want for her now is to be made our next Poet Laureate. No-one deserves it more.