Love like

A Blue Gum tree
Giants of the forest, we
Begin well-covered cap of seed
With strength to sprout
Show tender leaf

Idle as the years unseen
Camouflaged by wattle screen
Delicate orchids settle 'tween toes
Fungi covers underclothes

Ten years on, it shoulders weight
Peeping out of covershade
Creamy flowers dripped with leaf
Birds to nest, possums to feast

Straight of trunk
Strength of wood
Nor let it be
Misunderstood

Not hops or apples
Poppies or vines
Thriving in these
Cooler climes

A love like this
It must take time -
Precious specimens
You and I

Love like

A dandelion
Much despised
Hardy flower
For every dig
Sows more seed
Until it spreads
Its reedy feet
All over neighbours'
Fallow field
A tincture tea
To pep the heart
Set flight in spring
A work of art
As little copters
Spin on breeze
To plant ungovernable
Bright young weed
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Rush

Truly startling
How heartache can feel
Like a rapid rushing
Over rocks
In time, over distance
A babbling brook
A trickle easing its way
To ocean
Accepted by generous banks
Of rivers
To gaze upon it
Perched aloft
All creatures delight
Tumble, preen and feed
On its shores

So shall I
South Hobart Rivulet in early Spring, Tasmania.

Days so inspired

Wander vast landscapes
In snow, wind and rain
Pour out my heart
On alluvial plane
Marvel and bow within
Carved limestone cave
Forage and flit about
White washed waves

For each day of yearning
Turns a new fresh page
Placing the point
On paper, thoughts race
As feelings are aired
They are lighter in space
Took all of my wandering
To know here is my place
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington in Spring snow, taken from Bellerive Pier, Hobart Tasmania.

This Old Love

Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.
View of snowy kunanyi / Mt Wellington from The Afterword Cafe.

Healing shore

Hesitant
Tentative

When the hurt is all you had left
Step into grove of golden flowers
Tread the path that leads
To roaring waves defending sea

Hear the words fall upon soft ground
Mingling with memories of another
Gently lapping morning tide
Safe harbour sunlit, teeming with new life

Steer your own way out
Return to me, steady turn of rudder
Double back if your heart is sore
Come alongside save rocky shore.

Take heed

Do not grow too content
With being alone

Empty seats beside
Roll eyes as party behind
Chatter happily

Warily evading suggestions
Of a match maker
Relishing breadth of one in bed.

Sprawling diagonal
Clutching hot water bottle
Catching clouds racing
Through the mind.

Know this
There is one somewhere
Who exudes sunshine

Their gaze radiates
Over skin and lips
Eyes ablaze

Tense pain of shoulders
Eases, deeper breath
Healing
This is the test.

Does their presence
Feel like a Sunday evening?
Tea in the Atrium – a suite of ice cream spoons. By Sophie Carnell