street art in Dunedin. Painted by Devon
lament for lost art
(for M. D.)
We find art wherever we can
on Dunedin's walls; painted fish,
a kakapo getting its own back on the rat,
the yellow horse ridden so fast
by the soldier in tartan shorts,
he's breaking up.
You take a more close-up look than I do
at what is painted large on brick,
point out the brush strokes
how the trick is if it would look
just as good small.
I start remembering back
to all that random art by a familiar hand
on otherwise un-regarded walls.
A red man floating, almost hidden,
in a high corner between the overhead bridge
by a then-drab Vogel Street.
A blue donkey on a wall
of the Dowling Street car park, braying,
'I wish I knew x 2'. A blue light bulb.
A boy holding the hand of a monkey
on the underside of an underpass.
Back when street art was a dark art
created at night, a revelation
for the morning's drive to work
by Council's grey square.
The last one I saw was the skinny 'Poet'
in his striped jersey, painted on a South Dunedin
window-hoarding, seen on my way to work,
lifting me up from streaming traffic.
I miss them all - the blue donkey,
the blue light-bulb, the boy and monkey,
the merry-go-round, red man
floating up and away until he knew he was gone.
I am another day down from my poem-a-day effort for this month.
But I have no regrets. I loved spending time with M. yesterday doing the street art trail, among other things; followed by a family get-together dinner. Always good.
Kay McKenzie Cooke