Under covers
Slide between sheets
Fingers fondle
Turn a new leaf
Entering into
Worlds unseen
Stars in eyes
Hold and breathe
Drama unfolding
Pushing bounds
Reality dissolves
Dreams are found
Singers bellow
Dancers twirl
Look no further
Bookish girls
It's too easy to erase
The space an other takes
No place to call home
No favourite dates
Though in absentia
Loved ones grow
Disproportionate to
Size in life
Taking up thought waves
Morning and night
Sitting snugly beside
On a Saturday night
Saving a seat next to
Chair held by arm
As if waiting for you
To return from the bar
Favourite moments play
Like a love song on repeat
Willing me to believe
Wholeheartedly
Despite not seeing
Feeling or holding
Perfume drifting
Evoking sense bodily
Love is real
John Elliot Museum, University of Tasmania.
To bear
Not to blame
Open the gates
Running away
Pointing star
Toward the void
Seemingly endless
Space between us
In the silence
Flag flying
Falls and furls
To the ground
Fences down
She crosses over
Settlers land
Like she always did
On Bruny Island
Feet tread lightly
Lately leaders
Learn to follow
Across fallow fields
On her heels
Cotton wool covering
Envelopes the sky
Carpeted canopy
Of green lay over
Caress of waves lap
At the edges
This is her land
Forever
Life abounds left untouched
For decades rooming in
Nesting, burrowing, preening, pruning
Delighting in bush tucker
With no prior warning
Clear felling takes usunder
Genocide of species
No tree left unturned
Burned to oblivion
Black scar spurned
Picked over by predators
Fossicking through ferns
Determined to rebound
Fungi lost and found
Micro beasts set to work
Turning the earth
Vacant lot staring up sky
No export market to comply
Left in capable hands
Nature covers over land
Blanketing beautifully
Eventually dew drops in
Visitors feel no borders
Spreading seeds at whim
Miniature florist fills
Forest floor with more
Delicious delicacies
Eyes to explore
Flying ducks and frills
Tongues, spots and stars
Undercurrent flowing through
Streams of life here found
Humble paws and pouches
Habitable homely holes
Decide upon return
Once grand statured poles
Neighbourly relations
Diverse as land is wide
Chatter friendly company
Muster side by side
Apathy betrays me on regular bases
So long steaming upriver
Now tidal flow pushes back
Downstream to ocean
Where were we going
Into heart of darkness?
Comrades join in singing
Whistling through evergreen
Sleepy villages lie
Smoking signals
Green leaf envy
Flying high the sos
Invisible by night
Jungle hearth glows bright
Still no competing
With our cumulative
Night lights
No spreading of anything
When living beyond
The fringe of existence
Life abounds on the edges
A catalyst for hiding minds
To grow and light fires
Just to stay alive
This is the way to meditate
With a flicker in the eye
No room at the inn
For fair weather friend
It is rarely so fair
So close to Antarctic
Even in Bermuda
Smooth sailing unlikely
When a meteor
Millions of years ago
Can still mess with
Direction finding
Compass swirling
While land locked ones
Hang around in bars
Drinking Sunrises
By the glass
Why is the needle
Always pointing South
Where the shadows are cast
By the winter sun?
To those in motherland
We are indeed upside down
Did I enjoy that moment then?
When turning a ginger cat out of bed
To sit sublime and write stories
Sip tea and reminisce that moment when
A merry go round of accidents
Incidents, coincidences
Wishing away the minutes
Until another one happens again
Sit steadily, observing
All the people, things, moments
A blade of grass, a couple kissing
Lights flashing, red and blue
Actions shots
Still life
I crawl into my den
Soaking in moments when
In revelry
Devotedly, the afternoon sun
Casts a warm embrace
Over my arms
Shadows dance on black and white keys
As my fingers touch lightly
An enchanting unity
Nature has the key
Buzz pollinating in B minor
Like a moth drawn to a flower
Love is not dangerous
It laments to carry a sting
Used if love is not our best intention
To have words trampled
Beneath the cart wheels
On the streets
of old St Petersburg
Crimes a mystery
Hung backlit
By brazen streetlight
Broken, worn, blue
Time it takes
To decide ~ are they done?
Will they heal?
Slowly drip feeding
Stew of broth
Building marrow
Until the shine
In the eyes returns
Upon hearing
A chorus
Seeing a glorious
Image of affection
At mere mention
A novel moment
Produces a turrent
Cascading into
Rivers winding
Bringing life
Bearing it to sea
Setting free
Low pizzicato
Grows to resonant
Rumblings
Smooth like honey
Touching on
Harmonics
Whispered words
Tentatively
Articulated
Urging me on
Telling me
Love has won
Wishing it would
Appear to me
Familiar turn
Of phrase
Accented praise
Behind my shoulder
Turn suddenly
It follows me
Dawning slowly
This voice
Is here
Within
Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea
I would sit inside bay window
Watching a vinyl record
Revolve like my small world
On repeat
The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug
Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away
All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair
A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
Count the stars of heaven 