POETRY

/ˈpəʊɪtri/

The Felled

Like harpooned whales,
Slain.
Beached on the turf
In silent pain.
Birds wheel above
Nest deprived,
While the sunset floods
An empty sky.
And the cattle low
Their elegy.

SHOP

PATSY

Mini footfalls on the stairs,

As the hand points half past ten,

The tinkling of a distant star,

Closer as it rounds the bend.

Around the door left just ajar,

There two moons come peeping in,

In search of cozy, blissfulness,

Amid the blankets, black as night.

Snoring softly, sweetest dreams,

Of mice and cheese and other things,

But her rest is quickly broke,

And a growl pervades her throat,

As the student wanting bed,

Pats her on the furry head,

And sends her back again.

Advance Australia

Hours, long,

We fight the nightmare.

'Til evening breaks.

'Til night is gone.

And on and on.

The war is strong.

This orange agent,

Will try to slay,

Morale, courage, the light of dawn.

But we will stand firm day or night,

We are not quelled by flame or fight,

Smoke thick and thin yet we'll strive on

'Til this foe is quenched

And gone.

Once again the land will flourish,

And the birds will bring their song:

Advance Australia Fair - be bold.

Australia Fair: Be bold. Keep on.

Be Strong.

TUNA

Like silky licorice,

Flowing out through my fingers,

Black as diesel,

Slippery as oil.

With the flick of a tail and a cloud of sand,

The ribbon submerges into the depths.

Peering down in the torchlight,

I’m greeted by two peering beads,

A long rippling fin and breathing bellows,

In its’ realm of rotting leaves.

Here in the lair of mysterious fauna,

Snake of the river,

Beautiful tuna.

Secretive eel, cunning and sly,

Evading the keen, watchful, hunters eye,

Slithers into the emptiness, shadows,

Murky depths, intimidating darkness,

Beneath flecked film of stars and sky,

Amid black liquids,

Privately retires.

The Pilgrims

Twin vessels

Sailing,

With a wake

of fluffy down.

Silver hulls taper

Into lanky bird necks:

Gaping beaks with rows of teeth

And vicious tongues.

Steel-blue eyes tilt

toward the rising sun,

A flap of sails, and

squawking cries;

A new day has begun.

SHOP