This is the first time I managed to put a post on this new blog, Australian Children’s Poetry, designed by the wonderful Helen Ross. Check it out and please help to publicise it!
This poem comes early in Goldie Alexander’s Young Adult verse novel In Hades (Celapene Press).
After stealing a car and driving recklessly, 17 year old street boy Kai and his young brother Rod, die. Here Kai is descending into the Underworld. The shape of the poem reflects his winding path.
13. Really Dead.
Asthe fog starts to clear
the path twists turns weaves
like a mountain trail
and I pick up speed
run like a ghost is chasing me.
(that’s a joke when I’m the ghost).
The track hollows out
stops at a swamp where mud bursts
into unexpected pools
lets off noxious gas
hurts my nostrils
stings my eyes
stinks like Dad’s farts
then deflates like a punctured balloon.
Here only weed & horny toed
Sometimes I hear a faint
plop like a fish or a frog
but see only bubbles.
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