venus of the eucalypts


the grey queen

arms raised
head laid back
and high
up in the clouds

her body sways

her hair hangs

she is smoothest skin
silk to touch

the wind breathes
a sigh
and she laughs
a little
sha sha

just a little
sha sha sha

grey queen


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #31: last one

Sunday Trees 170618

8 thoughts on “venus of the eucalypts

  1. Great poem. As child I there was a large patch of Eucalyptus trees close to our home across from a wetland. It saved my life, I am still creating out of the memories of school afternoons in and around those gentle grey giants.

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