Poems by WFSC members

With Apologies to Addison and the Doctor

“In the 18th Century Addison warned against the use of idioms in poetry.” “Dr. Samuel Johnson laboured to clear our language from licentious idioms.” From Idioms and Their Origins, by Linda & Roger Flavell. It was a red…

Day Of The Pardalote

On a day of rain and workmen coming in and out with coils of cable ? ladders drills and hammers ? screws and nails a day of warm spring rain and birds with furniture and kitchen gear displaced disorganised reign of confusion blue wrens…

Blue on Blue

You come over very low rotor blades finely slicing the morning air very low - over where I crouch - chip hoe in hand, weeding a garden bed to plant the Michaelmas daisies. I am not in your sights but ah! little you know that you are in…

The Next Species

in the state forest amidst all manner of irrational things I stand my ground a little steam escapes from my construction just a loose rivet nothing more under the maculata all deeds aspirations and crimes amount to little the…

OUTBACK

Big blue sky and blistering sun, Vast red plains and white ghost gums. Mighty gorges and canyons deep, Flat topped mesas and cliffs so steep. Black cockatoos on the wing, Dry river beds, a thermal spring. Red shattered sandstone…

AN ANCIENT HAND

He came here 20,000 years ago In the cool rock overhang, Hunting the verdant floodplain, From which all life sprang. Termites , goannas Yams and barramundi, Waterfowl and mussels Wallabies, wild honey. I saw through his eyes In…

Modern Colours

Those dirty denim pants were the first things that I saw as all the kids came running from the yard. And those dirty denim jeans landed on the laundry floor and another day of washing would be hard. But the ‘Dirty Denim’ paint for…