a breathing space between where the neat hedge stops
and the garden next door splays,
where the moss spreads cool and green,
where the stars wink with aged beams,
where the spruce hare relaxes and dreams,
warming her fur in the yellow-berry rays.
Let us go from this place where the shrill wind screams
down blackened roads and acrid dead ends,
clear of the coal mines and gravestone heads,
walk steadily forward, ignoring the dread,
and the clothes that are sullied and shred,
in search of that space between garden and hedge.
But the way is blurred and the path overgrown
and the memory of clear weather has strayed,
with time the burnished metal has dulled,
with time the mind needs to be oiled,
with time all the sparks have been culled,
so let’s search for the children to show us the way.
I’m cool back
on the coral sea
away with scant clouds
swaying with the jazz scat
of almost waves
sun through blood orange eyelids
warming in the no-where to go
We have been blessed to have Brolgas visit us recently – they are one of Australia’s largest flying birds standing about 1 metre tall and a wingspan of up to 2.4 metres. It’s a bit like watching an emu fly – which would be very strange 🤔
Sweet mini-goat Pippin passed away last night – we got the vet out but he had a blockage in one of his stomachs and it was too late.
He will be missed by his human family and his herd (Raspberry, Benny, Billy, Merlin and Spirit) – especially Raspberry who was particularly close to little Pippin – we bought them together and bottle fed both of them 😪
yellow rubber duckies, floating with permanent optimism,
tough board books with simple pictures, words and chewed spines,
soft pink and white elephants and squidgy rattles,
tiny stretchy baby suits that were too small too quickly,
(stretch the clothes, not the baby laughed Mum)
nursery rhyme nurseries with stick-on stories,
musical mobiles, warm nightlights and rocking chair
soothing on sleepless nights,
pastel coloured throws, floor mats, and nappy bags
with enough supplies for a trek to Nepal,
baby slings and prams, capsules and car seats,
and choice magazine advice for new parents.
They have all disappeared, along with the babies,
replaced with children who need less scaffolding.