Saturday, September 8, 2018

Gillian Swain #1 Our turn to bring ice cream


I am hardly moving from bed today
It's cold and I'm staying packed up under the doona
in a quilt of poetry
I know the clock guilt
and the children
will peal away the skin of this retreat
force feed me reasons to put voice in this mouth

but I'd rather
sit here quietly
watch the branches outside
thread the wind
and the sun spinning on the rooves
prepare to get from here to out there
and somehow I have to get the ice cream before the bonfire


4 comments:

  1. Gillian, this is just lovely! The ice-cream before the bonfire, oh I feel the bone-tired-ness in every line.

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  2. A stunner Gillian - lots of wonderfully evocative images intersected with reflective pauses. Love it!

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