posted by Michele
We were in Hawke’s Bay last weekend for a family wedding, a year on from the big ceremony at Matahiwi and the presentation of Jacob Scott’s laureate sticks. So it was a blast to find out some months back that my Australian niece and her Kiwi boyfriend were planning to get married in Hawke’s Bay where his large family has its headquarters. We were happy indeed to gather at Clearview Estate, just down the road from Haumoana, for the wedding which brought people from far and wide and was a high-water mark for both families.
The matua tokotoko was along for the occasion and was passed from speaker to speaker at the reception. It seems clear that the more this and the other laureate sticks go hand to hand, the greater their mana becomes. The wedding speeches were eloquent and moving, and of course the groom’s father knew Jacob Scott and is a published poet himself. These are the things you find out at weddings.
My part in the speeches was to read a poem written a few weeks ago and soon to be the last-but-one component of the collection that will be published in late June as Mirabile Dictu. It’s fair to say that of many wonderful things that have happened in the course of the laureate year and a half, none is as wonderful as the story that brought us all to Clearview for Almitra and Joel’s wedding.
wonderful to relate
my brother leaves a message       call me
something has happened       is it an emergency   
or terra incognita waving about in the trees
closer than anyone imagined       a daughter
he says when I call him back       I have a daughter
and she is twenty seven years old
this takes a bit of explaining       and when
he has I ask is there a photo       did you take
some photos       the files arrive as we talk
I open them and there she is       someone
who looks like all of us       and is most surely
herself       the stranger who is his daughter
our niece       and now eldest of five cousins
it takes a long time to work out
the delicate shapes that might be       and when
it is done       she comes to meet us
more photos more talk       we have given her
our grandmother’s rings       she gives us
the gift of herself       if we will have her
that part is easy       and now there’s
a wedding in the air       they will tie the knot
with his people and we will travel again
to Te Matau a Maui       this time
with everyone on board       and in a vineyard
at the far end of summer       with strangers
who have made us welcome       my brother
will give away his daughter       knowing
she has made us into something bigger
and more precious than anyone
could have imagined       she is herself
and she is one of us       for her
we will travel the miles to Haumoana
looking at the windy sea       thinking about 
long ago family weddings and how this one 
is adding its quota of surprises
and serendipity to the story we thought
we knew       mirabile dictu we say    
wiping away a sneaky tear       such wonders 
and everybody talking       we are here
with a million champagne bubbles
bursting miraculously against our lips
wish us well       we are going to a wedding
How the story circles: our grandparents were married in Woodville in 1924 and my father was born in Hastings a year later, so there is a family connection to the Bay that just got a whole lot stronger.
Images
Top; (left) Five cousins at Clearview, 14 March 2009, (right) Joel Watson and Almitra McQurade
Bottom: Henry Nelson Leggott & Janet Rintoul Elder, Woodville, 1924

What a lovely post and poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeletewonderful - well thought out, i hope you dont mind if i draw on your theme and inspiration for a poem Im writing (personal not commercial :) ) about nelson my home city
ReplyDelete