witchy wire

he said put away your witchy-wire woman there’s no need for it here I can find your water   well well clever man show me where you say it lies and let my boy tell you where I found the precious life and we’ll see I don’t know where it came from but my sister …

best words (repainted)

A Poem a Day in September: #35 (Final) and I see that I am like a painter drawn over and again to repeat my theme a self-portrait sketched in raindrops then roughed afresh and differently the same in the night I hear the wind howl lonely it sings the low song to me even the …

for the coming of the wind

A Poem a Day in September: #34 I live in the house of the song of the wind in darkness the gale calls and howls ~ I ride the black night on the sound of the wind each cry lifts me up and beguiles ~ I spurn my sleep I wait for the wind she …

shaman (to the hunt)

the man who was the bull who was the snake sheds his skin then rises up new once more he wears the hide that was buffalo adjusts the mask and becomes the deer through the snout of wolf through the eyes of owl he knows this is the time through the feet of bear he …

three presentations

A Poem a Day in September: #33 1 surround yourself in silence for preference don something black stand in the sharpness of a spotlight say nothing until it’s right say nothing until a few words just a few words then hold again quite still don’t move until the room is shushed at you say it …

the wet September ‘why’

A Poem a Day in September: #32 there has been rain all my gullies run debris on the paths lies in snakes and swales and in a minute or so there’s going to be more this September wet days are becoming the norm but in my rubber boots I can make quite a splash wherever …

a spring smoke ring

it is still cold here surprising when the spring progression so often throws up glorious days of promising sun and glowing warmth the evidence is presented by a wattlebird ugly grey-speckled harridan of the garden red-cheeked raucous and discordant squawker of alleged birdsong raising its head from among the leaves of a flowering gum to …

there – at the gorge

A Poem a Day in September: #31 Inspired by the pastel painting: View from Spring Creek Bridge by Leanne Murphy did I once swim in that sweet pool where a rose-blush lies upon the honey and laughter bubbles the white water under the curtain shelf of the little waterfall was that a glimpse of me …

Woolshed in Spring

A Poem a Day in September: #30 Woolshed you are loud you SHOUT like an angry man drunk on the mead of mountain water I will not close with you I hold no trust no good faith you are a belligerence held too loosely a hungry waterfall you white-water spume your testosterone flings froth into …

Clues

there will be a clue in violets when the perfume rises to force a turn to halfway across your shoulder searching for a source elusive and subtle another will gleam inside sunlight arrayed to warm you with a faint suggestion of inner glow emerging to transpire porous and enlightened there will be a third in …