Tuesday Friday Poem – “Visit to Nicky’s House”

It’s a North East Valley specialty –
attenuated streets, filaments
extruded steeply up from North Road,
streets you could hardly turn a dog

around in – not a large dog anyway –
and scarfie flats with names and legends
passed round from pissup to pissup …
and where an early morning piddle

ended with a broken key, and me
clambering out the bathroom window,
nightie rucked up to my armpits

wishing I’d worn a decent pair of knickers
as the sun came up and the neighbours
came home –
          but that’s another story.

Because today is National Poetry Day in New Zealand, Tuesday Poets have been asked to post a poem with New Zealand as the theme. This poem is a true story, the events of which took place at my sister-in-law’s house in Dunedin, many years ago. It was first published in Under Flagstaff: An Anthology of Dunedin Poetry. As it’s Nicky’s birthday in a couple of days, it seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.

Happy birthday Nicky!

To see what other Tuesday Poets has on offer for National Poetry Day, visit the Tuesday Poem blog!

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4 thoughts on “Tuesday Friday Poem – “Visit to Nicky’s House”

  1. Fun poem, Jo–it really captures that Dunedin/”scarfie” feel.

    A difficult choice between the lines:

    “attenuated streets, filaments//extruded steeply up from North Road//

    and

    “nightie rucked up to my armpits//wishing I’d worn a decent pair of knickers//
    as the sun came up and the neighbours//came home –//

  2. Cute poem! That’s the kind of thing happens to me too. I am expert in flopping over the toilet via the partially opened window without damage to anything other than dignity.

    I enjoyed reading your blog, Jopre, full stop.

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