In my dreams I keep losing things Walking along and suddenly I realise I don’t have my handbag I did have it, but it’s like I just put it down and walked away So now I retrace my steps in panic Looking frantically for the handbag With the purse and the money and my driver’s…
Take a photo and look at it And pretend for a moment That you live in the moment which you have paused so effectively With modern technology It’s not so easy, of course Now becomes then in the blink of an eye My words already speaking from the past The future waits on the other…
Globes of dim light hanging in space Resolve into lamps lining the quay As fog rolls in from the chilly sea Seats line the barriers facing the brine In summer time it’s good to sit And meditate on the rolling tide But now, in the night and the misty air The ocean is vanished behind…
Clumsy capering, lurching about Out of time to the music’s beat What are you doing? You call that a dance? Take care you don’t trip on your own two feet Scuffling along a concrete street Shoes clip on cracks, stumble and slip Pick up your feet! Can’t you see what comes next? You’ll break your…
The smooth pale skin of the ghost gum trees Glimmers faintly in the star strewn night Leaves rustle softly in the night breeze Catching the glint of the pale moonlight Boobook owls call and frogmouths hoot Wagtails sing to the rising moon Koalas bellow while possums fight And crickets chirrup a background tune Rocks loom…
No need to worry, said the doctor Medication will stop the degeneration You’ll be fine She meant to be encouraging It might even be true But all the kind words In the whole world Won’t stop the pain It might not get any worse But it won’t get better Another disability Another aspect of defective…
Draw a circle around yourself, they say Trace your finger in the air and say a prayer And this is your sanctuary Your protected place Join your body to your soul In supplication to the almighty Let Earth be part of your litany And draw your circle On sacred ground Encompassing all you hold dear…
Breeze blows softly over a grassy field Dandelion clocks stand ready for departure A sudden sharp gust And the air is filled with potential Hundreds of seeds drift on the currents Hang-gliding in one direction, then another finding new ground, new soil a new home in which to grow to be fruitful, and flower and…
How could we touch you Child of the twilight Skipping through the liminal spaces Slipping through the unreal places Between realities Ghost child Fey child Your unseen hands stroke softly Over our spirits Leaving goosebumps and shivers As if someone walked over our graves What are you Whence came you What do you want But…
‘Have you heard the latest? I heard it from Sam who heard it from Jill who heard it from Susan You’ll never believe it but …’ Never found out what I’ll never believe Because I’m not listening And the talker is right, The eavesdropper, the imaginer of scurrilous gossip I won’t believe it Maybe if…
Eclectic Assemblage 