I’m pleased to say that a poem of mine, something in a drawer, has been published in the latest edition of Blue Dog: Australian Poetry. Here is the poem:
something in a drawer
like something i’ve put in the small drawer
of a dresser
(slid the drawer in
while i was unawares) –and now cannot find
nor know what it was –like something that a tribe
buried in the landand then the farming folk
(generations later)
made plots and grazed sheep
changing it all –something i want to get back to
like last summer
when sulphur crested cockatoos
screeched garrulously
at the window in full flight –or years before when lorikeets
flocked cacophonous
to a dead tree at dusk –until they cut it down
for fear it would fall –or like eros making a flying intervention
dramatic but needed –something about dark sleep in that drawer
a sadness each day that i can’t get to
