23 January 2020

Rain comes to Australia

Crickets sing in the wet grass
behind the garden tap.

Crickets sing in the geraniums’
joyous greenery.

Rain strafes the streets of the cities.
Hail like golf balls pelts the lawns.

Rain douses the fires of Australia.
Rain quenches the drought-dry heart of Australia.

Rain saves us. Thunder and lightning 
spell the word of God.

Rain has come to douse the fires of Australia.

Thank God for the rain.


03 January 2020

Smoke


A pall descended on St Kilda 
has bleached the high summer day.

White cirrus floats in a white sky
on a breeze from the east – Gippsland ablaze.

The scent of wood smoke appals
stealing through the summer night
in at the window from the burning forest.

Out of control the bushfires
burn the country down.
Animals scream to extinction

and the trees and the trees and the towns
Mallacoota, Mago, Cobargo
melted into the ground.

I cannot stand the scent of a winter hearth
and a billion creatures dead in agony.

I cannot count the cost of a hard heart
that loves a lump of coal more than a planet.

27 May 2019

Moon play

The moon’s hare sits on her haunches,
her ears a-glimmer with night.
She leaps in circles around the earth.
Such a shadow play, a movie! 
Silhouettes flicker on a gleaming
silver screen round as an eye.

Dear moon, bright moon, look down
with your hare-filled eye. Let your light
swim into the garden like a little fish.
Spangles splash among the shadows,
silvering the weeds.

Dazzling bright, stung with light.
 Hare on her haunches sits. 
An ear flops over her eye.

Down into the garden I go after midnight
not knowing how, somnambulant, white shining.
I fly along Punt Road to catch the late, late,
late-night bus.  A car near misses.  I am nearly
white shine on the asphalt.

The moon long set lies chuckling under the earth.
Like lava, but cold.
A rock with a hare-filled eye.





07 March 2019

Heart a glitter

Sunshine through the rain-hazed pane
shatters into rainbows.

What of perfect form —
an arc, a circle, a perfect
diffraction?

A world in a window
haloed to distraction.

Light like love
ensouls an old rose.
Colours spill on the cold stone.

The summer sun sets
in a riot of rose.

The rain-hazed pane
is blooming.

28 June 2018

Ghost baby

Possum on the balustrade
holds on with tiny hands,
possum tail hanging
under the yellow porch light

with a ragged coat and a gammy eye
looking like something resurrected
from the sodden earth
under the fallen leaves

as if a ghost baby had climbed the stairs
on mincing feet and sits and stares
curious outside my door
as if we'd known each other
years before.

30 May 2018

Noon


a cabbage butterfly

         lands wings as white as   icing sugar

  on a spike of lavender    to drink

         from tiny flutes     blown

     with  butterflies  in  mind       as  if

 at   a   wedding  with   a   thousand   guests





18 May 2018

Pop-up Poetry at St Luja




Locals Lisa Wood, Marian Webb, Hamish Danks Brown and Yoram Symons pop up at:

St Luja Whisky Cellar
9 Fitzroy Street, St Kilda
Sunday 27 May, 2-3 pm

St Kilda Art Crawl
Event No. 7

Hamish Danks Brown
 a.k.a. “Danksta Downunder” has performed across Australia, North America, Europe and Asia and published frequently in anthologies, journals and online. He moved here two years ago to join the Melbourne spoken word & poetry community. Danks Street in St Kilda is named after his great great grandfather John Danks.

 Marian Webb
 poet and author of Moon Haiku and Dreams. Online she appears in Antique Children, The Stolen Poem and Edgar Allen Poet magazines, while regularly publishing new poems on social media including Toorak Times. A denizen of St Kilda, she performs at diverse events on the Melbourne poetry scene. 

Yoram Symons
 a slam poet from Melbourne, Australia. He is an Australian Poetry Slam State Finalist, Melbourne Spoken Word Prize Finalist, and winner of the 2017 Grounded Battle of the Arts Spoken Word Competition. Yoram’s poetry weaves his identity into issues of politics, spirituality and evolutionary transformation.

 Lisa Wood
 local singer-songwriter, based in Elwood. Her first rock concert ever was at age 7, when she saw WINGS at the Sydney Myer Music Bowl. Her CD LEMON'S has received airplay - "Lemons - great song for a St Kilda sunrise stagger," according to Scotty Thwaites, presenter of ON THE PATIO, 3 WAY-FM.


All welcome.

30 April 2018

Aquamarine

Salt—
     a grain of disbelief,
     a cleanser of wounds.
     I swim in salt water across lanes—away
     from the groove of illusion.

Awake
     I must go to the sea,
     my skin tricked out in leopard spots.
     Diatribes wander my meridians,
     my water and wood, my metal and fire,
     my scapula, my little finger.
     A baby bird tips its head back, agape.
     An embryo feeds through an umbilicus,
     an apple in its crop.

Risen
     I follow the zig-zag lanes down to the aquamarine.
     The sun is an apple sweetening the morning.
     Clouds fall from my eyes.