Studying Classics by Correspondence
In high school I learned to mispronounce
the names of Greek playwrights
and to identify columns:
Ionic, Corinthian and Doric.
A CD taught me about Herakles,
the painted slips
on vases slipped out
of their lesson booklets
and ran off–
Central Otago hills a
new backdrop
for their bacchanals.
The vase figures found
the dam was a walled city,
patrolled the top
with spears and chariots.
I opened vineyard gates
for them. We smashed
grapes with our feet–
purple to match flowering thyme.
We carved karyatids
out of tors, layers
of compressed stone
perpendicular to skirt folds.
They taught me how
to be a fragment–
impose slivers of myself
wherever I went.
The vase figures and I
danced between bones.
We revelled in
removed landscapes,
found abandoned
amphitheatres in
goldfields, made old
stones a chorus.
The base of the dam gaped–
overflow gates
like the face
of a fallen god.
Faith Festival
i could draw a map of christian camps i’ve attended
across otago and southland
my youth group travelled in convoy
we whispered in bunkbeds canvas tents woolsheds
muddy or dusty
played touch rugby said grace together
i love organised fun
but i knew i’d never come back
to lead bible study
one speaker projected her wedding pictures
on a big screen
told us girls we were butterflies
she saved herself
and we cheered! in the marquee
on the concrete slide we cheered!
wrestling in the mud pit for lambs’ tails
we cheered! for her virginity
so soft and woolly
Ella Borrie is a Te Whanganui-a-Tara based poet from Otago. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from the IIML and was awarded the Biggs Family Prize in Poetry. Her work appears in Mimicry, Starling, Stasis Journal, Swamp, Landfall and Turbine | Kapohau.