Cabbage trees are a type of tree lily, like agave, yucca, and dracaena. Their tufted heads are familiar beacons in New Zealand landscapes.
The many cabbage trees now growing in paddocks and on bare hillsides are survivors from earlier land clearances and the creation of drainage for farming.
(Thanks to the Te Ara Encyclopedia of NZ for this information.)
It's hard to say how old this stand of cabbage trees is. They are growing on the farm my father was brought up on in Orepuki, Western Southland. I like to think they are the ones that I remember growing outside Granny and Grandpa's house when I was a child ... the ones clumped together in a squat bundle, a friendly, rustling skirt of old, dry fronds covering their trunks. They look big enough to be fifty years old, so it could well be the same stand. As nothing is left of the house, I found it hard to pinpoint where exactly it would have been. And you know how memory plays its tricks. I can only hope that they are the same ones and that I was lucky enough to get a photo of them; for the record.
as a shelter, the pleasure
is more in the symmetry
of ink-splash spokes,
the clack of rays
against blue air.
Of green slaps in rain
from tousled manes.
Their crumpled trunks,
their solitary stand.
Their rough guard
of windy outcrops.
of horizons. In the way
do not lean, but weather.
'Time and place / as elusive as air / as solid as this ground / I stand on. / Here, where I am placed / at any one time'.
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Tī kōuka – cabbage tree
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Whether it is the exact same tree or not, it evokes the images and feelings as if it were.
Your poetry continues to remind me of Ted Kooser!
Love the granny-Kay photos.
What a wonderful time for you and your family. You must be full to bursting with pride.
Dental chair poetry. I think your on to something there Kay. ;-)
Aaah, Kay - you are a Maestro when it comes to stunning opening and closing lines (not to mention those in between!). (sic) 'In the way these lilies do not lean, but weather. Beautiful. I'm just dropping in to say hi, your gr.baby is gorgeous! Also, I've named you for an Inspiration Award on my latest blog entry. Please pop in to Ice Lines for a quick look-see. L, C X
Lovely to see you posting poems again, are you doing the same job this year as last year?
the pleasure is more in the symentry...and perhaps i also do not lean but weather...
wonderful poem, chief.
Hi Kay, sorry this reply comes late and unappropriately in a post with lovely poetry. Happy new year to you too! Sabine
I love seeing those, Kay. I didn't even know there was such a thing as a cabbage tree. So I'm educated and entertained and moved. Wonderful poem.
Yes a wonderful poem about some pretty unique vegetation. I learned a lot from those few lines, and as ever you get all the senses in the there.
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Beautiful trees, whether or not they are the same you remember from childhood. And beautiful poem!
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