We play, rest, rise Woven skein unwinding Houses apart, river abreast Taking tea on balcony
Always a mystery of two minds No sensation for downcast eyes Cascading words lost and find Fruitless picking out motivations
The bottom of pot, cooled Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat Rose between two cheeks
A blush sweet from scorching sun Below 42 degrees Blistering sleet
Homebody, I nest alone Full grown tenderlings Binding fallen threads Of existence into thermal weave
So that you, like father Can protect and heal wind kissed skin As salty drops slide winsomly A welcome sting. Long missed love
Ursula Halpin, (1972- ) ‘Displaced Mary, Mother of hope’ ~ inspired by Irish lace. Weaves stories of women and fragmented families. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery. Twist exhibition 2023
At least a welcome distraction From turbulent hot air rising Cool, clearness of blue Hiding under icicle-tips Like eyes peering into Shared hope of memory Cut short too soon
At most an emotional roller-coaster Sneak into the line-up Hiding in plain sight Smiling Cheshire-like Secure fastenings Allowing arms raised To the sky Riding the highs Stomach drops on falling Imagining hand to hold
At last pleasant thoughts Rouse me each morning Volumes of novellas Unfolding
Milan Milojevic, Night and Day 2016, Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery Exhibition ‘Twist’ 2023
In all your stories In that universe of yours I noticed, you're alone Haunted by voices Evading natural horrors Sense of place strong As if wedded to landscape Betrothed to the sea Enamoured by creatures A sensory plea Once raging storms settle Sunrise warms skin Will one day a touch Be welcomed in
I sat, momentarily In the place Where we parted Surreptitiously Picked up Where we left off Ease smoothed out Wrinkles on forehead Free to think As I should Took the side road To stop at favourite Coffee shop alone Contentment seeps in A hot air balloon Could not lift me Away from home Our haunt How apt is that word?
If only one knew the varietal Upon first sight One would not wonder why Petals faded After such a short time Once saw the blush of full bloom Though only an old image Ill wondered if my touch Would arouse another season
Caladenia carnea, pink fingers orchids of Tasmania.
Count the stars of heaven 