“Dark Emu” by Virginia Lowe

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Dark Emu

 

 

A negative space

of no stars

surrounded by the Milky Way

There is a story that goes with it

but I cannot tell it you

It belongs to another

It is negative space, too

a story-space but

I have nothing to fill it

“A Way of Seeing” by Katherine Gallagher

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A Way of Seeing

 

The weight of mountains

is an effortless thing

It is not measured

like the cry of an eagle

reaching

It is a silence that floats

This a becoming

within sky ‘s dimension

where the eye shifts

                   carries it

Katherine Gallagher

(from The Eye’s Circle, Rigmarole)

“A Question of Space” by J. R. Poulter

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A Question of Space! with Teacher NOtes & Activities, by J.R.Poulter, 2020

“Wattle I do?” by Diane Finlay

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Acacia equisetifolia
Critically endangered – Northern Territory

I am a lonely little wattle shrub
my family name is Fabaceae (fab-AY-see-ee)
by various strange and wonderful ways I’m related to the pea.

Peas are plentiful
but my fellow family members dwindle by the day.
Acacia equisetifolia is critically endangered; so the scientists say

I’d really love to have a chat
calling out across the sandy ground, “Is anybody there?”
then hoping for an answer to float on through the humid air.

If anyone in the big wide world would like to visit me
this is where I’ll be,
Graveside Gorge
Kakadu National Park
in the Northern Territory.

I’ll put my yellow pom-pom blooms on show,
they’re a little like dandelion clocks you know.

You’ll find me in a woodland glade
of woollybutt and bloodwood trees;
they’re shady, kind and friendly
but far too big to be my family.

My seed pods need a fire to burst them into life,
a little one will do.
It rained a lot last night and I am so surprised to see,
where last season I popped a pod or two
a teeny tiny green shoot – a sprouting Mini-me.

© Diane Finlay

Acacia equiesetifolia

“Message in a bottle” by James Aitchison

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Message in a bottle

 

A message in a bottle,

Washed up by the sea,

Written by a mermaid,

Especially for me.

 

“I hope you’ll come and see me,”

That is what she wrote,

In beautiful handwriting

Upon her watery note.

 

“You’ll find me in the ocean,

“It’s really very clear:

“Latitude 15,

“And longitude just near.”

“Message in a bottle” by Toni Newell

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Message in a Bottle

 

A bottle washed up on the shore,

In front of me and there I saw,

A written message held therein,

And from my hair I took pin.

The bottle opened using strength,

Hairpin having sufficient length,

Slowly I pulled out the paper,

Intending to read it a little later.

I took it home to show my mother,

My father, sister and my brother.

Unfurled the paper and read aloud,

The words presented bold and proud.

“I’ve written this note just to see,

If someone finds it and rings me.

My number’s written at the end,

This invitation I extend.

I’m hoping to receive a call,

That would be phenomenal.”

“Pirates” by Margaret Brazzale

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“Misty Morning Meditation” by Monty Edwards

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One morning, on my balcony,

I missed the sight I mostly see:

The distant sea, seen normally,     

Had disappeared quite totally!

 

As well, mist shrouded every tree

Except the tree most close to me.

It blossomed bright, defiantly. 

That single tree encouraged me. 

 

Just like that tree I want to be:

Not daunted by adversity. 

Most mists are only temporary.

If not, then faith must carry me.

“Pie-Eye” by J. R. Poulter

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“Ahoy there, Corona” by James Aitchison

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Ahoy there, Corona

 

 

On the bad, bad ship Corona,

Captain Covid spies

People coming too close —

Oh what a lovely prize!

 

He calls, “Ahoy!  Fresh treasure, lads,”

And his virus acts,

Attacking those amongst us

Where hygiene is too lax.

 

So let’s sink the bad Corona,

Captain Covid too,

Because I wish good health

For everyone like you!