It doesn't take long to start imagining everything you see through your camera's eye. Some of these flowers are weeds, some are wild, some are carefully cultivated in gardens... but all of them caught my eye just as they might catch the attention of a bee or a bird or another important creature in their … Continue reading Smitten with Flowers
Category: nature
Looking Back
such a summer ripe with wetting fattened fruits primed for netting I saw the moon had grown mouldy dully grey and rumpled oldly cockies shrieking raucous, shocking days aprick with grass seeds, socking humid shroud of air that holds me ropes of rain plunging boldly pinned and damp as limping moth ‘neath the sky, its … Continue reading Looking Back
While Children Play on a Tyre Swing…
I am re-posting this as an entry for EIF Poetry Challenge #16 – Nature Poetry. I feel like nearly all my poems use nature in their imagery and so I am using an old one. I hope that’s allowed.
This spring the green is wild, profuse and supreme, exotic and extant - the white cane chair left on the lawn seems to float in clovery billows. Over a mower's roar and the whispered conspiracy of the wind, the children's voices are cheerfully elemental like the clatter of rain. Painted shadows tangle, restless and involuntary; and dancing grass tips gesture and curtsy; shuffled leaf-piles quiver timidly - a choreographed colour spectrum as perfectly conglomerate as an artist's palette or the piling silver of a waterfall. We are the blind but chaotic worms joining fearlessly, ignorantly in with the spinning clock of seasons... the layering of the earth, the measured perfection of decay.
Black
In the night sky my ink is strewn pricked through by the glittering inconsequence of stars. As much as high I live way down below where sea creatures hold their own lanterns or erase eyes entirely - the black pupil no match for my mastery. I arrange myself in mirroring shapes beneath the trees or … Continue reading Black
Captain Raven
On my phone, I am great at the typo and a poor editor. So when I write notes or ideas on my phone, some interesting text emerges when I come back to it hours or days later. This poem is attempting to have fun with some of those errors. The morning is cool - a … Continue reading Captain Raven
All Kinds of Red
It's Valentine's Day and we splashed red around oh yes like butchers carving up the day and we felt it in our hearts watching loved ones hurt to bleaching and as you do when grey deepens past twilight we turned to food in the crowded kitchen scrambling eggs around like free-range yellow clouds but heavy … Continue reading All Kinds of Red
Green is My Breath
Sometimes luxury is as simple as a window with green outside i look past the couch to the many-tinctured leaves and am grateful and i realize that greenery (plant-life) is not incidental or purely aesthetic it doesn't have to be scientific or environmental it is eye-medicine as well as ALL those other things it is … Continue reading Green is My Breath
I’ve got Big Boots and I cannot lie!
I learned the other night that the current geological age is now known as the "anthropocene era" because humans are having such a vast impact on our planet that, a million years from now, (if there's any intelligent life left on Earth) scientists will be able to look at core samples which will tell the … Continue reading I’ve got Big Boots and I cannot lie!
Blackberrying
Here in Australia, blackberries are a noxious weed. They grow in mountainous heaps (seriously - some tangles are enormous!) and spread uncontrollably, their sharp thorns making them completely unapproachable. Of course, this fact does not change how delicious their fruit is. Birds and humans alike are attracted to the sweet little criminals and thus we … Continue reading Blackberrying
River Woman
a river dressed as woman in garb both reflective and enticing sinuous and singing but here the knotted current swirls swells around boulders inflates bank to bank in robust effusion ballooning distended here she does not sing; her murmur is a roar and the bank's etched deep with painful ruts and plunging slips until quite … Continue reading River Woman