DARK MATTER will we find the fabric of darkness buried in a mine shaft? this scrim tide that hurricanes through me might leave its finger print on pure crystal like a disrespectful thief, then in dogmatic spin hold its skirt hems tight to its centre and never be seen again. This was written for Twiglet … Continue reading Twiglet #294
Spring comes. And with it a silent drift of gold. I sing the old John Williamson song about Cootamundra Wattles and take too many photos of their great yellow tassels. I find their echoes later around finger prints on the car. Adrift, adrift. We don’t know what we breathe until it lands on the right … Continue reading Cootamundra Wattle
the sun our fair weather friend agreed to an “in-spirit” contract whereby like bottled lemonade his fizz may be captured, flat-packed on roof-tops and then sipped straw-like through wires but some of us prefer, hands in pockets hunting for the gravy of burnt dinosaurs Written for dVerse - Linda's Quadrille prompt "Fair"
He wonders which came first: the universe or mathematics? In the blackness of time a puddle of puzzles and we, the pupils in this unseeing eye, find the questions sticky as displaced lashes. We rub and rub… bringing on the slow implosion of galaxies toward a single grammar inexorable as starlight (sigma quotient cos pi … Continue reading The Sum of It
A zejel written for Grace's dVerse poetry form prompt: " The elements of the simplest and most common form of the Zéjel are: syllabic, most often written in 8 syllable lines.stanzaic, opening with a mono-rhymed triplet followed by any number of quatrains. rhymed, the rhyme of the opening mudanza establishes a linking rhyme with the end line … Continue reading Looking beyond
bare little tree - small bird's nest revealed (we imagine a goose one webbed foot curved to twiggy bowl, the other flaps about rowing the air honk! honk! her arm through mine enjoying a giggle). geese 'V' on high but we can't fly. we gallop the drawn lines our dog and our masks. blue sky … Continue reading the goose and the magpie nest
crude wooden tripods stand tethered human pendulums swinging amongst fumes and fuming damming politicians and incandescent commuters damming the city’s arteries a timely attack the heart on the hill* bloodless while the body rages taut fists enacting death throes of a planet in need *Australia's Parliament House is commonly referred to as "the house on … Continue reading Extinction Rebellion
"A watched kettle never boils" (Proverb) When my schedule allows I like to stand my hand on the rumbling my eyes outside noting the way the rain drops cling to the wired grid of the cat yard roof. I'm reminded of Elon Musk how he's netting the Earth in satellites. While I debate space travel … Continue reading Give the Sky A Rest
the Romans feathered helmets erect learned the sterility of war their Empire's wondrous landmarks became punctuation in history's soil their roads crossed continents in massive webs their confidence still glimmers in ancient armour and upturned pillars but now, we're in dress-rehearsal writing history our age split asunder by tablets lit with green-glowing back-turned candles - … Continue reading Different Century, Same…?
(Janet Shearon - Neil Armstrong's first wife) 382,500 miles of nothing anybody has done before and you out there in black and white like Charlie Chaplin with a different hat those shimmering images the age of light-speed, my sweet, I'm here with our two boys, holding the rails while you tango with moonstones say hello … Continue reading Imagining Mrs Armstrong
Out of the Cave 