Little darlin
It's been a long cold
Lonely winter...
Here comes the sun
It's alright
~John, Paul, George & Ringo

Little darlin
It's been a long cold
Lonely winter...
Here comes the sun
It's alright
~John, Paul, George & Ringo

Shedding skin
Reluctantly
Knowing it will never
Fit me again
Revealing tender
Glistening within
Looking at a part of me
Not discarded
Treasured outlived
My happy place
My mind returns
When it protected me
From falls from grace

More significant
Placeholder no need for you
To reciprocate

Tending to
Small hands
Hair flicking wide
Glinting eyes
Blinking love
Up to me
Head hovering
Under door frame
Burly gentle voice
Giant young hand
Filling holes
In roles of family
Tending always
My secret garden
Inside
Giant limbs and roots
Of memories
To swing on
In the dark hours
Back and forth
Soothing
Tender to
End of work
Ache between
My bones
Echoes of words
From a whole world
Of intimate meetings
Human voice evokes
Cure for hurt
Tending all
Cut stems
New roots
Shoots and leaves
Evergreen
Expanding
Untouched by
Frost or heat
Enclosed glasshouse
Weighted by reality
Preserved by families
Tenderqueer
Sharing spectrum
Kaleidescope
Of fondness
Love me tender
Sensitive receive
Touch of air
Words breathing
Responds anything
Unflinching
Appealing
Secret smiles
Unspoken words
Tenderly recalling
Time together
Fleeting

My heart sings out
Every morning
Trying on
Different melody
Not to drown out
In synchrony
With droning
Whirring life
All around me
Unknown songs
Respond saying
Who is it
You are calling?
Waiting for like echo
Chamber music
Of a heart

Fearful storm of lightning
unaccompanied
by rain or thunder
Flashes
singularly vivid
showing plainly
rugged outline
Wild landscape
from rocky fortress
witnessed
Hot weather parched
herbage of plain
to perfect dryness
A flash
more tremendous
suddenly set it
a blaze
Alarmed
in the tenement
occupied
Shortly relieved
from apprehensions
copious shower
extinguishing the flame
Erasure poem – ‘On Christmas Rock, 1840’ – from JE Calder, 1849, Some account of the country lying between Lake St Clair and Macquarie Harbour, Tasmanian Journal of Natural Science, 3:415-429.
Watching uncertainties
Ebb and flow
As warm cool currents
Change their mind
All year round
Receiving gifts
Too generous
For what we are
Suspended
Weightless
Insides heavy
Protest at lack of substance
Washed up grounded
Gasping crawling
Back to shoal
Do it all again

Centrepiece draws all attention
Table decoration licks
Falling drops of candle wax
Flicking in the breeze
Of open window
Soft whistling through teeth
Of leaf blades nestled
Together giving shelter
In tea tree and banksia
Boughs nod with agreement
Their finery would inspire
Long lasting admiration
Should their limbs
Ever capture her attention
Meanwhile a family
Of feathered miniatures
Snug handsomely
Peering from the outside
Of timber bars
Mirrored trap never fly or tap
Inside a cell
Mundane human paper sheets
Make wonderful bug feed
Nestling leaves
Full of words to please
While outside unnoticed
Every bird, bee and butterfly
Is free to dance with ease




Hiding in the shadow
Golden yellow halo
Curls and waves fall
Frame her face
Fixed on me
Two sapphire gems
So blindingly bright
I take pictures
With my mind
Side-glances
While capturing
All the beauty
Earth and sea
In between
Rocky shore
Where still waters
Lap at oyster shells
Wings open to glide
Over river mirror
Reflections everywhere
Stories shared
Held carefully
Between clasped hands

Sweet nothingness
Grieves me today
Bound up in a pitcher
Of happiness
A contagion
Evoked by image
She gave
Meditating
As if sleeping
A surreal dream
Her absence filled
By the allure
Of elixir
Imagining
The time I had
With you
