OUR ARCHIVES : September 2007

Mount Edith Cavell Suite

1
Ice Age rolls in hard-hatted driving a bulldozer,
provokes rock-slides as She rams, dislodges,
scoops up and deposits at whim huge stone chunks,
shakes and shoves boulder-sized pieces of mountain.

2
She the mighty frozen one flies high
spans ridges forty meters deep, wears Angel wings.
From engorged tips thunders down avalanches as
her pelvis roars and throbs.

3
Sun follows Her, faithfully […]

Unravelled

Ravel’s String Quartet in f
second movement
inches me down and across
to the North Side,
already late for a deadline.
Winter slept in this year,
just woke up to its shifty business
of snow-blowing snow,
car exhaust spewing fast and
furious as the wind gusts.
Flashing brake lights
the only flick-flick
of colour in this blustery
end of winter morning.
Grey sky hung over the river valley
with its […]

Sketches of a Return, February 2006

We leave the dusty city in a grey that is
more dull than boring, a drought grey
that returns me to my worst fears—
that nothing ever changes,
is as dreadful as they said it was—
like a bad hangover I try to sleep off as
the wind picks up, rocks the truck.
In half sleep, a yearning for home, for what
is […]

Grandpa Moves the Hay

‘hey, bud!
got the tractor running
let’s put a bale in the feeder
for Cres & the Bob!’
lightly and lovingly
she invites him out of the recliner
into coveralls & a mild January morning
tugging a cap
low over his ears
he grips the handrail
descends the porch carefully
one step at a time
leaning on her arm
he climbs into the half ton
and we head […]

Cutline: a slice of civilization through a forest; a ribbon pierced through timber.

I drive my Chev ¾ ton 4×4 through ruts on a muddy cutline and at the bottom of a hill there’s a bit of a swamp so Pal says, it can’t be deep; just go on through, so I say yeah and I giver and we hit the water and it’s deep and we jostle […]