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…

A night at the opera

A night at the opera / seductive heroines meet their death / stabbed, poisoned, strangled – / drive to madness by men / abused, tormented – / while audiences rise to their feet / for the final aria soars sublime / fleeting heroes weave their slow plot / against female power and strength

My heart aches for Australia

My heart aches for Australia Beats with sorrow For the women that walk the streets When night time falls Luring men to their fate For she is nature And men need to rise above Soft maidens and wine To reach their angels Waiting patiently at home Expecting him to be faithful With aching hearts

Australia is fair, like a true daughter of England

A wanderer stands at the statue of Robert Burns A digger’s tent is lonely in the night But a woman is other to the men that laid Our countries roots in song and verse She was melancholy, as the lonely curlew cried Men are sailors battling the weather and dying Women’s hearts break with all…

Romance

Indecisive failures victimise romance Predator and prey glimpse the future One needs the other Feather soft nerve endings On dark nights bound With no sense of time to each other