The Moon and Venus

The Moon and Venus combine In a secret tryst – he takes her hand And draws her to the bed, Her pure white dress tumbles to the floor Offering to his parched lips, he draws beside her But she turns her curls away from him He kisses her hand, wooing her back to the pillow…

Losing Henry Lawson

As a young teenager I went through a phase of discovering Australian writers. I loved stories and poetry that resonated with the small country town that I grew up in. One of these writers was Henry Lawson, the Australian poet and short story writer that helped define popular images of early Australia. So when last…

Soft as a maiden

Soft as a maiden fair as Venus innocence allures dazzles like a pearl with quick breath her lover comes while she talks and laughs at him kissing her hand an arm snaked around her neck like a vision words swelled in her breast his blood was hot as he pressed her backward the kind words…

From Kooroora

Desolate night dreams sleeping, Run past Kooroora, Angry words tore apart The bridal veil of Kooroora. Thunder lightning strikes the sky On the ground lays sleeping Kooroora Flashes driven from her eyes Tear stained eyes of Kooroora Restless child stilled by time Naked heart folded away Like a stranger hidden The last resting place of…

Innocent paradise

Innocent paradise, Unmentioned women, Shadowy presences From within the truth Lie hidden shadows, A version more acceptable Than domestic violence, Confusing desire with love.

Lies

In a dream – Terrified princess screams, Alone; further north Sea waves, A palm leaf In his hands, ‘If you love me,’ He said, swishing The palm leaf; Long eyelashes, Gentle mouth, Girlish tongue, His desire for power; ‘Don’t you know It is wicked to tell lies?’