Last Sunday our wonderful haiku group met at the summit of Mt Gravatt Mountain, a place where I misspent many a day of my school years, for our final ginko of 2011. The mercury was soaring and I was thankful for the small offering of shade from my old straw hat… it was summer come early and you can feel the heat rising in many of these fine poems…
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a different call
on each branch
friarbird
Lyndon Norton
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a white man
with tribal tattoos
place of the echidna
Chris Lynch
snog hill
taking the southern
route
Tiggy Johnson
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walking in thongs
along the track
every stick slithers
Andrew Phillips
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wind shifts
the invasive fern
holds its ground
Trish Reid
no breeze
just the beat
of butterfly wings
Cindy Keong
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aged sundial
too old
to tell
Lee-Anne Davie
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scarlet flowers
climb the razor wire
‘authorised persons only’
Corrie Macdonald
passing bikes
soft breeze dries
my perspiration
Lyne Marshall
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clouds drift
across the city
a hundred thousand backyards
Rebekah Woodward
photography by Cindy Keong
