About aperture

Living on the island state of Tasmania, Australia. Narrating life through poetry and photography.

Of scales and wings

Silent and stealthy
Master of patience
Winged wanderers
Lie in wait
Footsteps to evade
Mesmerising artist
Highest peak of nature
Study of scales
In momentary flight
To seek her beauty
To accept a life
As a maiden in waiting
For next season arrive
As age wearies
The watcher
She is forever young
Dawning metamorphosis
Her daily wisdom
Touted to stop
Smell the flowers
Force of wings
A breath forms
Tidal waves over horizon
One moment pure rapture
The next moment


Incantations of solitude
Splayed all over
Iridescent pages
Wiped by finger wand
In an instant

Sweet torment of longing
For deeper waters
Treading still
Yet running
In ruminations

Creatures lurk
Prod and pull
At my toes
Envious of airborne
View below treetops

A curtain moves
Lights fade
My heart gallops
At the notion
A bond could not
Be saved
Tinderbox view to Bruny Island

Southern front

Flying in formation 
I admire commitment
To one another
Through all weathers
Looking to the heavens
For inspiration
Direction finding
Decision laden
Feather-like mine
Wondering where
You're flying
Shelter within
Together while
Wind and storm rage
Our souls tied
Calms the storm
Cape Barren Geese on Maria Island, Tasmania

Sound of silence

Modern living presents 
Small portrait-sized
Black-mirror windows
Into foreign lands 
Full of pop wisdom
Highs like sherbet sticks
Rainbows that fade soon as
We hit the power button

We are not bound up in pixels
Love hearts, thumbs up
To bow your neck
Squint though fingerprints
Smile lingers only a moment

I give you sunrise and sunsets
Wishing stones falling through
Lapping waves glistening
Paw prints and hellos

I give you the awkward moments
When I realise I poured my heart out
You received it willingly
I am silent in thankfulness

I hold my breath waiting
For you to speak
Exhaled step by step 
Cadence of time together
Waiting for one another
In the sound of silence

High time

To settle beneath the mire
Of the hightide line
Strewn with seagrass exiled
From its sheltered home

Love drawn between tides
On the shoreline
Melts away with
Wind, rain and storm

Rising sea urges us onwards
Upwards where winged creatures
Hilltop looking for mates
Resting in the glades

Showing true colours
The whole time
Reflecting chance rays
Of sunshine

Fly away

I keep returning to safe place
In my heart of hearts
Where secrets don't need
To be erased

Where I can love who I love
Offer no explanations
Where we're free to walk
Fields of life arm in arm

How can it be
On the sunniest day
Of the year
There's a storm inside?

To my surprise
Five black birds in the sky
Predicted winds of change
In your eyes
Large duck orchid, Caleana major

O Christmas Tree

Hello my ancient friend
May I place yet another
Hand on your leg?
Will you spill all secrets
In this brief meeting?
How you thrived
Thousands of adoring
Visitors while growing
Silently, unnoticed
Our footsteps heralded
By birdsong
We celebrate the girth
Of your waist
While post-luncheon
Walkers remark on
New year's resolutions
Aimed at winding back
Time and growth
Of their appearance
It must seem
Very primitive thinking
To such a wise one
Of your worth
The Octopus Tree on kunanyi, Mt Wellington Tasmania