Saturday, August 20, 2011

After the Lerderderg Library is Officially Opened

Of course, that sulphur-crested commentator
just had to express "his" opinions from the top
of the leafless elm.

And now, near dusk, the cuckoo shrike
makes its move on the feast otherwise known
as my verdant garden.

The honeyeaters have gorged themselves
the pigeons and sparrows hunched together
as "Old World" birds do.

The trees are suddenly still.
Bees, numbed by cold, gone.
A chirping announces fairy wrens!

"Of course, your garden's quite a jungle, Jen".
But safe. Cat-free at last (perhaps trespassers
all died). Safe.

The leucodendrons lose light
as last light flees to the sky
and everything rests.


  1. Thank you for stopping by and reading me-- I've wondered about posting that poem for some time...been writing in far less post-confessional a mode lately. I love your poem! You have powerful imagery and a distinctive voice! xxxj

  2. Thank you, Jenn. I see we are about the same age. I was reassured by your post about getting published - that I am not the only one flailing around in unfamiliar waters ... having recently returned to writing as love and wanting someone to hear me ...