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photographs and memories

Jim Croce soundtrack
in a leather suitcase –
photographs and memories

do you remember


cameras used film
negatives were stored
photographs were printed
at Indooroopilly Shoppingtown
while we caught up and roamed,


births, deaths, marriages
and aftermaths
were faithfully recorded
on my crappy camera
that I always carried,


everyone thought they had found the one,
then they found the next one
and the next one,


we wore hippy skirts
exotic accessories and footwear,
then moved on to Relax Wham t-shirts
permed hair
and near permanent scowls,


bad hair was everywhere,
our changing styles
matched our way-out friends –
now gone to the dogs
or missing in action,
a few just floated away with the tide …


we were inseparable



Aromatherapy (antidote to down)

great gardener

When you feel down

smell a segment of mandarin,

pungent, sachet of zing,

toast buttered

and almost burnt

or maybe a cupcake,

straight from the oven

of your childhood.


When you feel down

smell the hazy blue

scent of a eucalyptus forest,

or a chocolate covered mint,

reflecting on a full stomach.


When you feel down

smell rosemary and mint,

but never together,

hickory chips smoking,

away from your cave.


When you feel down

smell coffee in a café,

waft invisible mist of jasmine,

rain on soil and listen –

fresh seedlings sing.


When you feel down

smell freshly baked bread

that someone else has made,

or the stuffing of an antique shop,

travelling through time.


When you feel down

smell a baby’s soft neck –

but remember you must ask the mother.


note: photo by Michael Bryden

Acacia Pollen (Sonnet from the pollen allergic)

acacia plant

How do I hate thee pollen? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee floating on the warm spring air,
drifting so quietly this way, so unfair,
the smell so sweet from gold acacia splays,
I hate thee for deception – you do betray,
I sniff in bliss, forgetting to beware
the price of spring, the dreaded hay fever,
with inflammatory membranes and nasal sprays.
I hate thee as I hate the bankers greed,
the guns of war, dogmatic rage and rant,
well maybe that’s extreme, I do accede,
I love thee for your scent, hear me recant,
I’m ranting now, please accept my apologies,
divine perfume, sirens for sinuses enchant.


My apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning  😉

Willy Wagtail chick in spring

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Yesterday I was outside and a Willy Wagtail kept flitting around my head, until I realised there was a new new chick nearby and the parents were warding me off their bubba. Both parents were very attentive with the fledgling. I was very impressed 😍


Willy Wagtail

fledgling chick in springtime,

flitting here and there

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On a rooftop

the fledgling suns in spring,

vigilant parents

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innocent fledgling,

the dangers of the hawk

do not yet exist