Wednesday, September 27, 2006


Long ago we abandoned
the Jewish carpenter.
Strangely he still has power
to lend force to uncertain words
as we strengthen a point
with a slap to his face.
Jesus bloody Christ.

Monday, September 25, 2006


Mountain separated from bay in field of vision
by a paddock of four sheep, grass fat.
Therapy in tranquil motion
like a tank of fish beyond the windows.

At sound of cellar door
they squall by the fence
demanding indulgence from Marion,
who scatters oats and scraps of bread.

Every year they are led by the rattle of treats
to the man who will take their coats,
fearful, pressed in a small pen
December afternoon heavy with lanolin.

Once a large ewe toppled me
lunging with raised feet.
Bewildered afterwards they bleat
unsettled at shape of shaven mates.

Written just before our 3 ewes gave us 5 lambs. :-)

Servant King

I posted this earlier without the last 9 lines and new title. Comments that it seemed like part of something larger and not really "about anything" prompted the changes. This may now be a bit more resolved.

Dogged into place while still green
rough sawn and sharp scent heavy
now greyed and smoothed with years of tread
nail heads countersunk but unputtied
proud still where the wardrobe hid them.
Our makeshift tongue-in-groove
from strips of ply inserted in saw cuts
squinting in places with
pinpoints of light from the floor below.
In the mild longitudinal wave of grain
under foot, a hint of surfaces beyond the walls.

‘Young swamp gum dries flatter,’
said the miller, thick armed sawyer
from the road below the house
when he landed long blond boards
from the bed of his wheezing truck.
And they did shrink true,
less rippled than post and beam
of Tasmanian oak,
cell structure caving less
as they slowly hardened
beyond the driving of nails.

In the intervening years I learn
Eucalyptus Regnans
flourishes far from swamps,
scraping ninety metre skies.

Mornings, freshly from my bed
I press Pilates postured head
against the old growth hardwood king.
And on that regal timber spread,
tread the routine of my day.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Surprise Lambs

Twin lambs of Moby the sheep, less than a day old.

Monday, September 11, 2006


What alien craft disturbed
remote Australian marshes
rotor spewing mud, flattening scrub
in a wide arc?
A meteor, we later learn
has daggled a passage
to embed in rock below.

Stapled above my sleeping head,
between me and fleets of fiery suns,
a thin sheet iron cover clings.
Dark matter dreaming
beneath slipstream of galaxies.

Why are sides of houses more robust?
Ours, with stone and clay
is bulwark to little more
than neighbour’s gaze,
and occasional brisk sou’ wester
pressing the mortar.

They say that even daylight’s
comforting cerulean blue
recedes to endless black
a darkening observed by high flying pilots.
And beyond, the ancient flares
blind us to any sense of scale
and scatter sparks that sometimes
plummet to the earth as rock.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Saving Knowledge

A school girl recognized
the shore signs and persuaded
her family away from the retreating sea,
all safely inland when the tsunami broke.
Some schools don’t seem to teach geography, or
other subjects that could point a girl to higher ground.

Monday, September 04, 2006


My ‘about you’ lines
I read aloud
to the crowd who knows
for love of you
they’re me all through.

I went to my first pub poetry reading yesterday afternoon. After a glass of wine and a dozen or so readers, imagery stared to blur a bit, a smorgasbord for the already sated. Didn't try to read any myself as a newbie. Came away with the above idea.

Friday, September 01, 2006

News Item

Munch’s stolen Scream
was recovered after two years.
People wept with gratitude
to have their angst returned.