Category Longer Poetry

by Helen Genoni-Farnham He was a very old man by then, stooped, with a cane and ready smile. Said he’d found it on a railway station in Melbourne somewhere. “I’ll give it to you if you like it.” I took…

by Pauline Cleary Shadowy, cloudy day; sprawling trees mesh together in a canopy. I crouch amongst the sprawl of asparagus fern; sticky, invasive, conquering. On my knees, I slither into the undergrowth, seizing handfuls of weeds, ripping them from their…

by Suzi Mezei The lithe dog is tethered to a post, where other lithe dogs with lineage are also tethered under the lemon-tinted arches of a mall, where shops and office space reach up towards sapphire sky, where humans prowl…

by Maria Bonar Delicate, feminine adorned with sparkling sand and shell grit A flotilla of tiny shells like babies’ fingernails cling to you When the tide surges you become your own coracle float on the waves, upside down wedded to…

by Stephanie Powell there is our front roomthe grey-green chair that rocks, its soft fabriclight from the router turns herface blue, a strange torch in those new eyes                                        hey, hey, hey,i hush to my baby. My baby as though i…

by Rob McKinnon In sweltering beds, the restless toss searching for sleep avoiding them, air conditioners and fans hum and clatter moving hot air around heated rooms. Somewhere in the searing housing estate, a lone dog howls miserably which rumbles…

by Andrew Hede Hamas hostages massacre survivors in netherworld darkness initial helplessness descends into hopelessness ~ witnessing from afar brings deep sadness tinged with despair a young boy weeps beside his parents wrapped in white shrouds their home a heap…

by Pauline Cleary When I reach the gate, the call of a mopoke cuts through the night, haunting and melancholic, a two-beat song, repeated. The moon rises, glowing and evanescent, floating on orange-rimmed cloud; tossed into the sky by some…

by Veronica Troup Vast greywacke mountains elbow sky rolling under snow’s unwoken fleece liquid shale blue-wrinkles shore veined in poplar, silver birch higher, sunbathed tussocks clump alone their roots warm beneath mist touching earth Our snow laugh tastes of lemonwood…

by Veronica Troup Our picnic rug once strewn across the spinifex arms wrapped, melting skin our footprints followed the tiny yes of seagull tracks our names scrawled deep in wet sand did not spell n o t g o o…