Eileen Van Trigt of Greytown, Wairarapa, is a New Zealand poet I came across doing the Poetry Archive of New Zealand Aotearoa.
Van Trigt has a talent for succinct description and evocative imagery, and also a sly sense of humour, and well developed satirical skill. I made a selection of her poems up till 1995 for Poetry Notes, Autumn 2016. The following biography is given by the author:
“Born in England, Eileen has been writing all her life – poems, sketches, pieces for radio, music and drama reviews. Living in the Wairarapa for 50 years, she is much influenced by the natural attributes of the region. Eileen has published three slim volumes – one of animal stories, a book of sporty limericks, and Beneath the Oak Trees, poems relating to the Wairarapa region. She was also a contributor to the anthology Five Poets (South Wairarapa Poets’ Corner), with Helen Jacobs and John Horrocks, published in 1993. Eileen founded this group.”
Van Trigt wrote a cricket limerick in her collection Sportin’ Life (c1995)
EILEEN VAN TRIGT
Cricket
While seeking lost balls in a thicket,
A batsman kissed Emily Bricket.
His ardour aflame,
She cried, “I know your game
And believe me young man, it’s not cricket.”
Poem © Eileen Van Trigt
Check out more of Eileen Van Trigt’s poetry in Poetry Notes, Autumn 2016: Newsletters | Poetry Archive of New Zealand Aotearoa
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