Pantoum for a Hill

The lie of the land is rising fast towards the sky made out of stone. And in the trails of those who passed I walk and thus am not alone.   Towards the sky – made out of stone a chapel rises from the earth. I walk and thus am not alone to celebrate the…

Pastoral

She is going to Baden, new shoes, or heels on the old ones, Some errand, three villages up the line, “You should go with her.” So we set off, my Oma and I, woollen stockings and long tweed skirt. I don’t remember the train, but I do remember that we never got the shoes Walked…

God of the Mountains

The predawn lights up my cousin’s apartment around 4:30, so I get up. I’ve decided not to adjust to the time difference between Australia and Austria. He sleeps next to me in the kind bed, but doesn’t stir as I rise and go to the bathroom. Breakfast is redcurrants and yoghurt at the little two…

Kalanchoe

Somewhere in a cellar are a series of packing boxes. Inside are scores of watchmaker’s and jeweller’s tools- stored away by members of the family after the old man died. His workshop was always the very definition of ‘organised chaos,’ with seemingly no rhyme or reason to the hundreds of tool strewn across the work…

Flight Path

It appears before the sound can reach me, that manifest boom of destiny- 800 passengers soar overhead and I realised that I have ignored this miracle for too long. A miracle of aluminium and sand that slides across worlds effortlessly. How often I have derided the applause that followed a safe landing Thought of them…

The broken lines of a Wall.

Yellow and black faces gather to welcome her, and they stand in their serried ranks. Here is the wall, limestone buried under forest a gateau of rich earth, white grey stone and trees. A steel snake invited us to ascend, beware of the fangs. I cannot express anything beyond the curve of my mouth. In…

Everything is Alive

A million pine needles whisper underfoot, as a bramble plucks at my calf. “Stay here,” it whispers and I am tempted. What use now to continue? What is waiting at the hospital beyond a ragged breath? A silent corridor, a plastic chair that looks out to a mountain. Can I take you to the mountain,…

Falling Asleep with a Baby

Little whispers of breath remind me of the way the wind slides in between the pines. You curl up in the space between my neck and my chest And outside I hear the far away hiss of cars in the rain. How small your hands Tiny fingers, Tiny lungs. A little heart the size of…

Concentric Pantoum

The earth is mounted upon springs, Like a natural trampoline. Skitter on pinecones, model train tiny. Like a pebble across a lake. Like a natural trampoline The raindrops bounce on the webs Like a pebble across a lake In ever expanding circles The raindrops bounce on the web Of paths through the pines In ever…

Bad Poetry

Bad poetry is all over the web. And I’m part of the problem.