need a larder
full of mountain
walks
and pardalotes
fingertips of rain
on the grey nurse gale
that flails the
impossible slope
as the path becomes
Jacob’s ladder
make mine mustard
sky behind
homemade ricotta and
I’ll be
happy as a peep-wren
on a twig
Just beautiful. First verse and 'grey nurse gale' and all of it. I was taken myself with the term 'peep-wren' (hadn't heard before) when I read up on pardalotes - love how you have used it here.
ReplyDeleteTa, Lizz. Kate and I saw what we thought was a pardalote on Black Mountain. Wrote this this morning, did have an inadvisable verse about Gungahlin in it but thankfully I axed it!
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