Te Whanganui ā Tara, ‘scuse me.
Attend, gods and spirits of Cuba Street,
Nymphs, kēhua, urban tūrehu – see
Denizens of Wellington as they meet.
Some with bright, beautiful eyes. Some with sad,
Defeated stance. Some with shiny lip-gloss
Pouts. This street welcomes all, hears the talking
Chattering masses. Loves all – mad or bad.
It’s down to the water, up to the Cross,
and we’re walking, we’re walking, we’re walking.
On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “we’d love an ode to Cuba Street”