it is a strong attractive facade in cream brick
solid
authoritative and welcoming
it seems to make a statement
we are here for you
we will care
we are yours
we will stay
long outside walls are partially concealed
close-planted creepers and tall shrubs
a screen against close examination
but the inside is bouncing steps
on yielding floors
a carpet-coat to disguise imperfect joins
that cut across corridors
between abutted sections
sloping revelation confirms uneven floor levels
between pre-fabs #4 and #5
the footsteps and muffled speech
of fifty staff and assorted clients
rise and mingle in an invisible fog
a murmur and echo
that enters and occupies rooms 33 to 67
and sundry connecting spaces
the doors on these permanent-temporaries
have rigid aluminium frames and a handle
that is missing its keyhole
an external padlock-latch bolted at head height
has to suffice for security
and a shed-like and ramshackle quality pervades
reminiscent of an object discarded
to a place always on the edge of sight
but never clearly in focus
cramped and functional toilets
no porcelain in sight
only a small trough of galvanised flat-iron
mounted halfway up the wall
an elbow-joint from the washbasin
and a thickness of particle-board away
from sound of a baby crying
in the mothers room next door
this is permanence
here in the New West
© Frank Prem, 2002
This piece is taken from an unpublished set of poems reflecting on change over time in the Western Suburbs of Melbourne. This was an area that was turned into suburbs back in the 1950’s or thereabouts and accommodated the waves of European migration into Australia. It was know as a ‘New Australian’ area, filled with ‘wogs’ and other such unflattering names.
I knew the area as a youngster from visiting with family, and revisited as an up and coming Project Officer in the Department of Health in the late 1990’s and thereabouts.
Other poems in the set may appear (or not). Here’s one: the new west
Vivid picture. Glad I live where I do.
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Really interesting, Frank. I’ve been doing a bit of reading on European immigration to Australia recently.
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I was doing project work at the time I wrote this, but I grew up in European-Australian culture, and have written on aspects of it here and there. It is very rich material to be able to draw on.
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It certainly is. My piece is Italian and Then Some (23 June 2018), in case you are interested.
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I’ll peek when I get a chance.
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Sorry, 21 June.
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Good effort at a big story, Tracy. Hope you enjoy the bush poetry experience. I only ever did one. Came out ok, but far too much effort needed to get it right. Swore off it then.
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Yes, a huge amount of work. But maybe I should learn real poetry. 🙂
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Ha! If only we knew what that might be, Tracy!
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