January is Janet Frame Month
Sunday – Janet Frame
Sunday’s thermos is filled,
Sunday’s hedge clipped, car cleaned, scales played.
The plastic prayer, though it melts in the fire
is contrived in the correct shape
in a lovely contemporary colour.
Go fishing in the muddy stream
borrow an inch of beach, rent a sand fly and jellyfish
lie in bed burned bitten and stung
by the lovely contemporary wish
being granted – oh breathless –
on a flesh-colored plastic dish
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.