Laurice Gilbert is the President of the New Zealand Poetry Society, as a result of randomly making eye contact with someone important at an Annual General Meeting. She is still working on her first collection, which she planned to launch in December 2011 but missed that deadline. Maybe March, maybe not. She has four daughters, none of whom are poets, though one did once win an international poetry competition with a fridge magnet poem.
Road With Cypress and a Star
St-Remy, May 1890
The sun is shining in that eye
of the hurricane way it loves
and a misguided star sheds
its dazzle all over an icy road,
where bad-hair-day grass
rides shotgun over a shadowed ditch.
Why, what can a man do but
hitch up his horse & cart
and trot into town in search
of forgotten pleasures,
unsettling tired peasants in his wake.
Unlike the sunflowers, the cypresses can wait.