Song lines

September 2, 2017 at 8:23 am | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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I rather like

the Currawong.

 

And though it’s hard

to sing along,

 

It has a lovely,

lilting song

 

That makes things right

when they are wrong.

 

 

Pic by David Stanley.

 

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The critics

July 16, 2017 at 7:29 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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‘Have you found the new series of Offspring “surprising”?’

 

‘Mildly. But not in the sense the promoters intended.’

 

Pic by Offspring Films.

 

 

Pie eyed

September 16, 2016 at 7:15 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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‘Look, up in the sky!’

‘Well, it ain’t us.’

‘Probably a plane, then.’

‘You reckon?’

Pic by Vincent Ng.

 

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Bright eyed

May 14, 2015 at 9:40 am | Posted in Poem | 6 Comments
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Greek neighbour phones re

my dead father’s lawn.

A deadly brown thing

manifested at dawn.

‘Maybe he possum …

or maybe he dog.

When you are come here

to take a the look?’

Rain on the freeway.

Pain in my head.

When will I run out

of things to be dead?!

Under the plum tree,

next to the tap.

Your finest form broken

by trauma and snap.

One bright eye skyward,

fresh blood at your nose.

Muscles and tendons

now framing your pose.

My hand in a bag

(might you have the mange?)

But as I approach,

a feeling so strange.

If I touch your paw,

will you leap up and sprint?

I gaze at your iris …

Was that just a glint?!

Could you surprise me

with vigour and bite?

I wait and I hope –

but you died in the night.

I wrap you and bin you

and roll you to kerb.

I’d rather be stroking

that tail so superb.

I go tell the neighbour

and drive home alone.

I wish you’d done 60

in that 50 zone.

Pic by Wildlife Spotter.

Morning find

April 19, 2015 at 7:27 am | Posted in Poem | Leave a comment
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tiny frost-stiff skink

borne gently to a safe place

warming in the sun

The Fonnie Flower

October 26, 2009 at 6:22 pm | Posted in Poem | 2 Comments
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The Fonnie Flower.

The Fonnie Flower.

This flower is called a ‘Fonnie Flower’ because:

It’s very hard to find.

Once you see it, you want to look at it all the time.

It’s modest, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

It doesn’t compete with other flowers.

It thrives in dark, barren conditions.

It turns an ordinary patch of clover into a tiny paradise.

It opens itself to the world, regardless of risk.

It’s the pinkest thing ever.

The closer you look at it, the more you see.

It sums up all of nature’s genius and goodness.

It rolls up tightly in cold weather.

It has a golden heart that’s full of light and empty of evil.

The beautiful Fonnie Flower!

 

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