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Andromeda; Pagan Song,
by Alexandra Fraser
ALEXANDRA FRASER lives in Grey Lynn. After some years teaching science she now has a part-time job in a doctor’s office, which leaves her time to write. She is fortunate this year in being accepted into the NZSA mentor programme.* * *
Andromeda
I am Andromeda
chained to the rock
waiting for my hero
watching the dragon come near
He consumes the horizon
His constituent parts
are weakness:
venial sins, indolence,
accidie, despair
Combined, they give strength
to that great wingspan
that hovering darkness
that devouring breath
Each night you rescue me
from my dragon
Each day I return to
the rock
Pagan Song
Prelude
In the early dawn of Solstice Eve
I rise, and go to a secluded corner
Of a nearby field, to my chosen tree,
Branches spare against the pale sky.
With care I tie small skulls, bird and rat,
The jawbone of a cat. A hare’s foot,
And feathers of crow, and blown gull eggs.
Around the trunk , thick candles of beeswax
Honey, red wine, and bread.
Sacrifice to the God of beginnings
Intermezzo
The day before Xmas I choose
A young radiata pine from a pile
Outside the supermarket.
At home it stands in the sitting room corner
I add tinsel, gold balls, little white angels.
Connect up the fairy lights. How pretty.
Oh, and a star on the top, and a baby Jesus in a manger
To remind us what Xmas is really about.
And such a pile of presents at the base
How festive it all looks.
No, I don’t think Xmas is too commercial
It’s all about families and giving, isn’t it?
Reprise
Christmas morning in the dawn
I see my festive baubled tree,
And in its shadow, there the spare
And ghostly branches, the skulls,
The wax candles burnt low
From that long, dark night
While we waited
For the light of the God.
© Alexandra Fraser 2008







