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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Jeni Curtis is a Christchurch writer who has had short stories and poetry published in various publications including takahē, NZPS anthologies 2014 to 2018, JAAM, Atlanta Review, The London Grip, and the Poetry NZ Yearbook. She is a graduate of the Hagley Writers Institute, Christchurch (2011-2012). In 2016 she received a mentorship from the New Zealand Society of Authors to put together a collection of poems. She is secretary of the Canterbury Poets Collective, and chair of the takahē trust. She is also co-editor of poetry for takahē, and editor of the Christchurch Dickens Fellowship magazine Dickens Down Under.

Jeni Curtis

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come autumn

(after Clive James)

come autumn and all leaves will turn to flame
a power greater than a fire will burn     to flame

once more in hearts now forced apart
we light the wick     the candle will soon learn to flame

in windows waiting in the night for your return     a flame
can tumble     tinder-fresh     to unfurl like a fern     in flame

sparks rise against the blackness of the flue
red hot stars in the dark firmament     stern     their flame

the time and distance that it takes for every heart to yearn     to flame
to wish to hope     to blame     to spurn the flame

that dies for lack of fuel     no breath     no life     the leaf
in autumn withers from the tree     dust     ashes     in an urn of flame.