This Too Shall Pass, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
The Lovers
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In week of want
In week of want
She fell
Barely breathing
Soft down
Mother beaten
By quoll creeping
By midnight
Took her all
Plucked up
Tucked inside
The crevice of
My cleavage
Feeling beats
Smelling skin
Plucking courage
To cuddle in
Come by night
Settle in
On straw
Under lamp light
By morn I woke
She lay still
Crushed by
Weight of
Loneliness
Sometimes
Only hearing
Beats feeling
Spark of love
Healing
None else
Can be
Our light
Airs and Graces
Inspire
Expire
She moves on air
Vanishing
Deflating
When I first woke
From the nightmare
The cold sweat
Refreshing
All I'd claimed in me
Reappeared
Instantaneously
Writing profusely
My claim to fame
Spoke, wore, dared
Ignition broke
Driver beware
Ditched high hopes
Road to nowhere
Retreated inside
Capacious bare
Only to cling to
Fortunate words
Mythical poems
Senses and nerves
Prove them right
I lose myself
Prove them wrong
Push away
Yeast rising
Hot air
Proves
Daily bread
Every other voice
Chimes in
Beautifully
But only one
Cures gracefully
Sitting pretty
Perched above
Harbour views
Self-soothe
Record player
Of youth
Going roundabout
She is all and all
The girl on the corner
Flipping the bird
Tough time town
Take my word
Tears spilled always
Losing another
Cast away
Girl Friday
No long play
Nor single
Sings the lyrics
I wish to say
Fingers touch
Words into being
Never having
Your own
Living
Breathing
In love
Lightly lightly
Before I dare
Open my eyes
Stirrings peep
On the breeze
In the trees
On the window sill
Telling me this
Is a new day
Fills my head
With past present
And future
They fly in lighty
Rest divinely
On the edge
Of the fountain
Dart to nearby
Branches
Lofty places
Flying freely
All around me
They are always
With me
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May Queen
Ever since when
Tucked inside
Safe harbour
Tending to
All her needs
When onlookers
Admire her wisdom
Sweat and tears
Protected for
The power
Of her beauty
All these years
Missing you
Tied alongside
Sitting idle
Remembering
The thrill
Of the ride
Ocean waves
Hello
Goodbye
See you
Another time
Fresh air
Breeze
On skin
Salty
Turning
Rusty
Wanting
Washing over
Moving freely
Never feeling
Time enough
When made
For you
Welcome
Welcome to my closet
Is so socially awkward
Parading your secret
But necessary
To speak of
Somewhere
Let it all out
Proudly state
With elevated
Heart rate
Yes!
I am
A poet
Caught in the storm
Lured from tree house
Hiding places
Secure warm
From tiny throne
Leading loyal ones
To the next home
Caught in a storm
Taken down
As one
She is queen
Her word is won
Workers lives
Depend upon
Sudden storm
Mass extinction
Regret moving
Even mentioned
For one that brings
Our hearts attention
This day such loss
Is worth a mention
Bursting through
No matter how
Hemmed in
We might feel
There is always
A way
To shine
Peer review
Ill considered
Vague objective
Poor reasoning
Loose perspective
Tardy data
Findings undone
Trumped when one's own
Heart is won
Count the stars of heaven 