This is what I wrote exactly one year ago…
Under this
aluminium sky
the day feels blank
as a factory wall.
The chickens fluff
fatly
keeping busy
in the sunless dirt.
The washing hangs
limp and two dimensional
in front of
the enthusiastic
budding of the Magnolia.
It is winter
with its grumpier face on.
Pretty tame,
you have to say,
compared to
tennis-ball sized hail stones
and incinerated
National Parks.
Out of the Cave 
Chickens fluffing fatly, and washing hanging limp and two dimensional, lovely writing. Is this where Out of the Cave originated then?
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Under the clothesline? 😉. Actually I have had the blog going for just over two years. I started with mainly prose though.
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Long may you continue. I love your stuff!
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Thanks, Hobbo. That’s really lovely! I always look forward to reading your stuff too. I never quite know whether I’m going to laugh out loud or be thrown into deep ponderings or just totally have no idea what I’ve missed. 😀
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🤣🤣Thanks! That’s probably because I am never quite sure what is going to come out of my pen!
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ooooh. Do you write on paper first? I feel like I should do that but I rarely do. Writing with a pen is meant to exercise the brain differently.
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Yeah? I am about three days ahead of my three posts a day. That way I edit them each time I read them. Hopefully it improves the end product, although you can’t always tell! 😂 I read it aloud as I’m typing, and if it doesn’t sound right, that’s when it gets a final edit. 🙂 I know a few people though who prefer to go straight to the laptop. I think for me it’s the fear of that blank screen blinking at me!
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👍👍
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Nicely done! I like the ‘day blank as a factory wall’ and ‘chicken fluffing fatly’
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Thanks! 🙂
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Really nice. I get such a feeling for the scene and the season. I remember seeing the news about the wildfires in your part of the world, and specifically, a woman trying to rescue some injured koalas. So heartbreaking.
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Oh yes. The summer of ’19/’20 was horrific. 😥
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😦
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Great poem. The incinerated national parks was quite the mental image.
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That was a hell of a summer.
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great ending to a top notch poem !
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Thanks! 🙂
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