Father and son lean in
to the wind, all motion –
all breath – the gusting
snags on collar and buttons
enough to make them buckle
and pop; dark wings flapping
open, like a couple of crows
whirled up from a churchyard
chanting:
bread bread
wine wine
bread bread
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It’s August, and in Brisbane that is synonymous with westerly winds, QLD Poetry Festival and of course the Ekka.
We (Sheish Money & myself) kicked off our run of 10 days straight performing at The Ekka this evening. I was also recently commissioned to write several haiku in response to a series of photographs (some from the 1920′s and some contemporary shots) for an exhibition.
Here’s a few of the poems that will be diplayed. Hope to post some photos of the display here real soon.
rooster’s yellow beak opens the morning
at dusk
pink and blue clouds
of fairy floss
riding the ferris wheel
my head
full of sky
So if you are planning a trip to The Ekka, make sure you stop in and see us perform at The International Food Hall Stage from 5pm – 5:30pm daily.
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