I was tiny once, under these vast skies
but last night’s ghost was of a girl, naked on a rock
her eyes, the colour of river.
Yesterday, the roadtrain kicked up dustclouds
small stones hit the windscreen like rain.
Fences that couldn’t pretend to keep the wind out
kept one sheep in, a sheep heavy with lamb.
It is a hot, West-Queensland town
where I wake to the circling of a wedgetail
a hunger, red as the sky.
I would wander like water through the river of her eyes.
Beautiful, Graham.
Thank you Barbara.
Fences that couldn’t pretend to keep the wind out
kept one sheep in,
- i like this one
and the ending is better than any valentines poem i read..
Thanks Dhyan. The fences in Western QLD are pretty rugged structures… it is amazing some of them hold anything in.
Absolutely stunning Graham.
Every line.. yet.. I really loved the same one quoted above.
btw have you seen this yet? nuttypops I reckon
http://waggafish.blogspot.com/
A.Joy
Thanks Amanda! It is such beautiful country our wild west. Always brings the best out in me.
great snapshot of travelling rural Queensland.
you always write such tight stanzas, they each seem to stand alone as a mini poem in a great whole
Thanks Gypsy… I think the discipline in the stanzas comes from my love of haiku.