Nod Ghosh

Novels, short fiction & poetry

This message came through from James Croot at The Press on 5.12.15, via James Norcliffe, editor of The Poem in the Press:

"... Just to let you know there's been a decision to discontinue The Poem in The Press. It's mainly due to realignment to be closer to the Dominion Post in terms of layout ..."

I always read the poem in the Press. I shall miss the weekly dose of accessible poetry. Also, publication in a widely circulated paper provided a much appreciated opportunity for aspiring, as well as  established writers.

Here are the first poems my partner Heather Matthews and I had published in The Press. I still remember the excitement of opening up the pages to find our poems. It was like being a kid on Christmas morning.

The Betrayal


Perhaps there isn’t a homeopathic remedy for this,

For the ache in my heart,

For the pain in my soul,

For the feeling of loss.


No faith healer will ride into this town

To sell a dream

A tonic of truth

A balm to heal my blistered heart


How many pills can I take to ease the pain?

One or a hundred

Unlike you

None of them sugar coated.


H.M. 2012




My commune with earth

almost always without incident.

The ground below

tap tap tapping

my rubberised soles.

Paving stones

occasionally jump up

to bite,

when my blood is diluted with gin.


Every once in a while,

Earth throws up a tomato,

turns my tongue sharp

with red dew,

reminds me she is mother of all things,

my ancestors too formed from her flesh.


Just at random, for no reason,

She growls and jerks,

Throws us off balance,

A gentle reminder of the abyss

from which we are drawn.


N.G. 2012