Poetry By Rae Pater


Conversations With My Father

The child sat on the door step
next to the man.
Sun frazzled the sky.

Little fingers fought
to control their direction,
tying a shoelace.

"What time is it?"

the man leaned back
squinted into the sun
"Oh … a hair past a freckle."
A small cloud muddled the light.

"How old am I?"
"Oh … as old as your tongue
and a little bit older than your teeth."

The man leaned down with patient fingers,
tied the lace,
pressed his face
to little face.
Eyeball to eyeball
in a narrow space,
fluttered an eyelash
against her cheek

"I’m giving you a close look."
Brown eyes twinkle.

Sunlight plays
On childhood’s memories,

long blue days,
my father’s yarns.


© Rae Pater 2002

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Bio: Rae Pater is a New Zealand poet, and has been writing poetry seriously for about a year now. She was born in New Zealand, and has lived there all her life. She has three children and a dog called Bob. She writes: "I have always been an avid reader especially in the fantasy/fairytale genre and I find this influences my poetry a lot. Writing poetry, to me, is like tapping directly into my subconscious and writing the contents down. Reading someone else's poetry, I think, is as close as you can get to being inside someone else's head." Rae has been published in a two print anthologies, and The Press. (her local newspaper). Her online credits include WORDSPACE, MiPo, and New Zealand Poets Online.