Downstream

The rains had come
Upstream
The twins expected thunder
But the river always
Refuses expectations
Instead
The air was still
Save the warbling of the magpies.
Cicadas, light and scorching heat,
Like the rains would never come.

Then we saw it
Slinking slowly
Like the story of the snake
The First of Us have been telling
For thousands of years.

The kids chased its head down the creek bank
As it slithered down the waterway
And I beamed in wonder
At this long withheld blessing.

I saw the twinkle of dew in Mum’s eye.

I took her hand,
And tried to forget all the days
The water had been too late for.

I whispered to her,
Maybe he had to go
Because he knew they wouldn’t listen
Unless he asked in person.

Her grip became a vice
But there was no sound
Despite the streams staining her cheeks.

So that’s how we stayed,
Hand clasped in hand,
As the kids pointed and laughed and raced
The rainbow serpent around the riverbend,
Downstream.

 

*****

This poem won first place in the Open Own Composition section at the 2019 Dubbo Eisteddfod. You can find the adjudicator’s notes on my Instagram.

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The Letter

I would have written you a letter,
Scrawled in black ink across the pale page.
But alas, I did not want you to

Read too deep
Into my choice of seal.

It is an “X”
In dark, red wax.

Sealed with a kiss
From my own rouged lips,
Just like you once were.
*****
I am well aware that I didn’t post a blog for last Sunday. Take this as my apology. I don’t write poetry very often these days. I do however write a lot more letters.
x N

Lonely

I am longing for a handsome naked friend
To lie here beside me
To whisper to me softly
Kiss my forehead sweetly
Yes, I have a specific one in mind,
But tonight, anyone will do.

You’re not the only one who’s lonely.

Curious

“Why, hello there, sir!
You seem a lover-ly sir!
Such a lover-ly sir!
Do you have some peanuts?”

That’s what I said to the sir. He had no peanuts to give me. He just looked at me through a big, black eye that made a funny noise when it blinked.

CRICK!

Like a snappin’ twig! CRICK!

The sir didn’t scare me, no no no! My mother always said one should be scared of sirs, but he was a NICE sir. A lover-ly sir! All peanuts and fruit and lover-ly! Mother would be proud o’ him if he was a one of ussems, but he wasn’t an ussems. He was a sir, but no barky-barkys here. No string-falls, no trap, no trap. Not this sir!

Like I told you, told you, told you again! He was a lover-ly sir!

He smelled like he would have peanuts.

*****

Image is “Tame Squirrel” by Jerry Cooke.

Trapdoor

What are you doing at my door?
Tresssssspassssser!
Somebody ought to tell you
That it’s polite to knock.
But using of fangs is always such a rude gesture…
Somebody should tell them it’s just how I say ‘hello’
When I invite my little crrrrritters
In for our dinner parrrrrrty.

You with your big, round eye
I see you with all of mine
Hsssssssssss!
Away! Away!
You big black creature blocking the ssssssun!

BE
GONE
AWAY
AWAY
AWAY

Ssssssscrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Image is “Hello Red Eyes…” by Fanoom