Creation smokes slow
through the prism of dutiful care
artful hands turn over spans of light and dark the cosmic mind burns
Each shaded wing tip, brightness at breast and crest, fine fibres of nerve
A currawong, a bower bird, a black-backed gull, a hummingbird
Who will ever comprehend how this ‘painted bunting’ could live and breathe?
All senses tuned ever more subtle time wise time long , headlong into fate
A line flows straight
Each day thins to a wisp, extinguishes almost, begins again. Species are fading.
She glows electric bright, calm, charged with a clear fury and unerring duty
Draws on, draws on everything around her to make, to make up
For loss, to gain ground, get ahead of the tiny deaths, one after one
The newborn sitting hooded with tissue still dazed, testing damp feathers
She has no time to help the fledglings to their feet into flight
Little flocks accrue in corners then make their way away she can’t stand to see them off
Waving in eternal murmurations leaving and waving leaving in waves unseen
Australian who returned in 2020 to her city of birth, Melbourne, after a few decades teaching in Asia and the United States, now refocusing on writing. Published writer of poetry: Luna and Meanjin magazines, early 1980s; more recently in Litterateur Rw magazine, Argotist Online Poetry.
The Ekphrastic Review
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