Like many people, during lockdown I have missed being able to celebrate personal milestones in the normal way. Significant birthdays, anniversaries and book releases have had to wait for another day. Ginninderra Press also have milestones to celebrate: and have published a book of poetry from 160 poets in this, their 25th year. I’m very glad to be included with my poem “Clean Lines”. Congratulations to Stephen and Brenda Matthews for another publishing milestone, and thanks for the brilliant support they offer to so many Australian writers.
There’s something romantic, mysterious and exciting about a rail journey. The cover of this new anthology, Last Train Home, captures the feeling so well. Canadian poet Jacqueline Pearce has selected around 600 short form poems including haiku, tanka and rengay, all addressing the theme of trains and train journeys.
Who among us didn’t enjoy playing with a toy train in our childhoods? Who hasn’t responded to the atmospheric film scenes of arrivals and departures on a fog-shrouded railway station? Who doesn’t long for the thrill and excitement of a new journey into the unknown?
I’m delighted to be included in this new book, with a fanciful tanka written in response to a literary favourite. I hope that you will come on a journey with the many wonderful contemporary haiku, tanka and rengay poets represented in this book.
The whistle is sounding . . . all aboard!
Everyone’s new favourite app
showed red flames across the map
bushfire closed in like a trap—
it was too late to leave.
Blackened paws and toasted fur
burnt poles where the gum leaves were
smoke-smudged skies an ashen blur . . .
it was too late to leave.
Blood-red skies on New Year’s Eve.
Together people can achieve
a world with air that’s safe to breathe.
To keep our skies both clear and blue
you know what people have to do:
get rid of dirty fossil fuels
protect the trees like precious jewels
conserve our water, tend the land
at last the people understand
it is a choice we all must make
to save and nurture, give not take
to mend the damage, gain reprieve
there’s no plan B—we cannot leave.
Soot and ash line path and sill
hope is low, but Christmas will
bring us blessings large and small—
we long for rain, to hear drops fall.
Sweet things, soft strings, voices limber
wrapped-up books and stars a shimmer
tinselled trees and eyes that glow . . .
love expands as children grow.
For these things we give our thanks
as fires rage round empty tanks.
Hear the prayer the wild birds call—
and send sweet rain, best gift of all.
My poem “How to Move Meehni” is just one of the many poems themed around that most mysterious of landforms, mountains.
After a long association, I was able to meet publisher Stephen Matthews and editor Brenda Eldridge (Matthews) in person.
Thank you so much to both these wonderful people who keep local literature alive in Australia today.
This November it was a pleasure to share the essence of haiku with a group of local children experiencing the Japanese garden at b Campbelltown Arts Centre.
We thought about the sights, sounds, textures, smells and tastes of the garden experience after their ginko.
Using some ancient and modern examples, the children then wrote original poems. We wrote the poems inside origami stars to create a haiku “surprise”.
It was great to experience haiku in the ambience of the Japanese garden.
Thank you to West Words for the opportunity of sharing haiku!
and winter-flowering camellias
coexist in my garden . . .
freesias are budding
today it feels like spring
steals into my calendar
the turning of the year
hastens our time of parting
bright beads on the abacus
are slid home—
the changing pattern
of my daughter’s bookshelves
So pleased to be one of the 159 poets from across Australia whose work was chosen to be in this anniversary anthology from Ginninderra Press.
It promises to be an exhilarating and often surprising foray into the many facets of ‘wild’ — human, animal, environmental and metaphorical.
More information about the anthology here: Wild