Desert Ruin
Trees huddle in dry, rocky creek beds. Beyond the horizon's heat-haze the distant mirage shimmers and the Flinders Ranges rise suddenly in knuckled lumps. In the stark beauty of this barren world a single ruin crumbles, a doorway and a few walls all that remain of a dream that sparkled, sweated, flickered and died. Then, beneath the dome of cloudless blue or star-littered black, the flat land shrugged off the puny human scratches and returned to its harsh eternity. Neil Creighton Neil Creighton is an Australian poet with a passion for social justice and a love of the natural world. Recent publications include "Poetry Quarterly", "Silver Birch Press", "Praxis Online", "South Florida Poetry Journal" and "Verse-Virtual", where he is a contributing editor. His poetry blog iswindofflowers.blogspot.com.au
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