NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 19 – Write a Landay – I Will Kick Him Out

I    Will   Kick   Him   Out


With stealth, his first after life visit.

How did he get under the covers to make our lovers tryst?


I weep for I am no longer surprised.

It is too much to wish for, for fear he will not come.


For fear he will not come tonight.

I break out in a sweat, the nights he is here, the nights he is not.


He never comes when others are in the house.

I will kick him out of my bed if I grow tired of him.


Do you believe this? I asked my friend.

I believe everything and nothing of what you tell me she said.


Benita H. Kape © 20.4.2015


NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 18 – an urgency – Weeping Waters – Tangiwhai

“And now for our (as always, optional) prompt, which takes us from 2015 back to the 1700s. After all, it’s the eighteenth of April, which means that today is the 240th anniversary of the midnight ride of Paul Revere! Today, in keeping with the theme of rush and warning, I challenge you to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical.”

Of the train journey that night this train passed by the house where I was holidaying with my parents about an hour before this happened. All my childhood I would listen to this passenger train and the Limited train which went through earlier in the evening chug up the hill from the valley near our home. My husband, a signalman in the air force had to work through that night and for several days after working messages as was done on the nearby base at that time. I lost a friend on that dreadful night.


Weeping Waters – Tangiwhai


It was Christmas Eve nineteen fifty three

As the Express train roared through the night;

on and on through the centre of the Island.

On board were two hundred and eighty five travellers.


And none of them knew of the great Lahar, from

the mountain above, released with force unpredictable.

The train gathered speed, few stops now in the hinterland.

And none could know that the piers of the bridge

they would cross had been damaged.


They sped on through the night,

Some already asleep, others too excited.

But a horrified man Mr Ellis, passing near

the railway track at the time, flashing a torch,

raced forward to alert the fireman and driver.


The First-class Engineer applied the emergency brakes

the fireman released the sandbox lever,

as the Express roared toward the bridge

over the Whangaehu River.


It would reduce the number

of carriages, personnel lost.

But the toll was high; one hundred and fifty one.

As brave Messers Ellis and Inglis worked

hard to save those in the teetering carriages.


Number Plate K 949 of the Wellington

to Auckland Express is posted on an obelisk

at the place of  “weeping waters” – Tangiwhai

and upstream the Lahar warning has sounded,

but once, since the sad night that bought

an even sadder Christmas we all remember.

Benita H. Kape © 19.4.2015