This captures a goodly portion of how my favourite coffee is made – with boundless enthusiasm and a generous serve of precision.
A couple of weeks ago, I joined in with a Winter Ginko in the Brisbane City Botanic Gardens – one of the events associated with the 2013 Queensland Poetry Festival. Another Lost Shark has posted some of the results, and some more, and more… and I’ll be posting one or two more of my Haiku from that morning here.
The sunset-silhouetted Norfolk Island pines broadcast a screeching chorus, to completely fill the space between the buildings, and high above, the currawong calls to its reflection.
I feel myself being peeled from this picture
of walls and walls to each horizon and machines
whose bullhorn mouths spout endless propaganda
and a swastika scratched in the footpath.
The crows calling from windows, “marked apart,”
wait for you to fall so they can feast.
The wave in their wake wipes out
the warmth of that last smile. And my feet
begin to slip and scuff and my neck
begins to stretch and the stars
begin to blur and the blackbirds
are singing in Humboldthain.
Drifting home, three-quarters asleep,
I am welcomed by the sound of Humboldthain
in those chilled crystalline nights of early Spring,
but it’s broken by the cars and one suspicious dog;
the shards stick in my neck and once again,
this ghost-town street becomes a tourniquet.
But the sound comes back – three blackbirds
and their one perfect love song, taking me back
to drifting home, three-quarters asleep,
gliding with eyes as heavy as my bones
until the song that echoes from the shadows
of awakening branches and buried scars
throws starlight in my face,
awakens feathers in my heart.
It takes me back, as it took me back,
as I must go back, but not this time:
this time, I fall through a door
so bored it knocks itself, and listen
to the fridge as it tries to sing along.
Toasty-warm off the press, my first chapbook is ready to make its way out into the world! I am more than a little excited! It features a handful of my best poems, with delightful illustrations by Steven Wilson (and cover art by Rod Wilson and me).
Brisbanefolk can pick up a copy for just $7 at the Queensland Poetry Festival, 24-26 August at the Judith Wright Centre, Fortitude Valley. I’ll be performing on the Saturday evening, and delivering a full set, complete with music and video, on the Sunday afternoon at 3:15. All Saturday and Sunday sessions are free, but you can happily show your support via the bookshop 🙂
The book is a Headful of Bees publication.
Cardboard cutout clouds stack up
Heavy with the town’s collective breath
Above the sausage tree and strangler figs
Slender palms like nervous schoolkids
Line up by the shallow water
While the bell hangs still and silent
The rainstorm breaks
In a Busby Berkeley dagger-dance
Across the writhing river
The rain returning home
Makes a heady aromatic tea
In the gutter’s gum-leaf dams
I am excited to see The Nemo’s time-lapse project up and running. Splendid work, sir!