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.
So wonderful to participate in the
Ginninderra Press launch of their new anthology at Blackheath. Mountain Secrets
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.
Meeting my publisher Stephen
Thank you so much to both these wonderful people who keep local literature alive in Australia today.
reading “How to Move Meenhi”
Japanese Garden Campbelltown Arts Centre
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.
In the tea house
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:
as pearls spilled
from a string—
an indigo sky
flashed with lightning
of alto melody
swaddled in a shawl
of homemade lullabies
milk bottles dotted
sunlit with sugar grains
even white loops
of baby-yarn slide
on tortoiseshell needles
pale cakes rising
in the gas oven
a child wakes
to the sound of dishes
and quiet footsteps—
on the wireless
and another birthday
before turning the fourth
corner of the year
these book-lined walls
all thought, every emotion
on my calendar I schedule
a day to run free
last day of term
locking the library door
I check myself out
for a long, long loan
(Tanka Splendor Winner 2006)