Category Longer Poetry

by Gerard Lewis-Fitzgerald Saving one’s own is like saving a chunk of yourself. Son clambers to safety while I cling to boogie-board, a plaything now for Poseidon, swept in a graceful arc, buoyed like a cork, a barnacle adrift, shark…

by Colleen Keating Bursts of yellow, red grevilleas, white hakea, others I cannot name weaving in and out of pink clover grasses, dandelion, daisies. They’ve blown in through time and toil to edge cliff ledges it has pounded for millennia.…

by Kim Waters The sea foam ebbs and flows – Whisked egg whites dolloped Along the scalloped edge of the shore. But no! It’s not water wash. It’s a flock of sanderlings gliding Like surf-skaters over the sand. No! No!…

by Mitch Browne Cast me from the Tallawalla lookout, so I can become there, and you can visit. Flowering gums hang snakeskin bunting. Parrots preach Eocene through the mist. Bowerbirds stage a blue revue as a fox tail flares then…

by Mitch Browne What forgotten fables live still within this ancient tract, flexing in the shadows, unfurling in neglected wends, sliding serpentine round the edges of our vision, dancing mimetic under vaulted crest, sinking from site on approach? What possibilities…

by Gregory Piko empty trees not a blackbird to be seen shimmering ice a few fallen leaves gathered by the lake the pavilion amid a ghostly vista empty trees a few fallen leaves the remains of autumn figure skating swirl…

by Michael Buckingham Gray the night is stone cold but here you are on the club’s stage, lifting up your microphone to a group of grey hairs. you pinch yourself finding it hard to believe you are still here. you…

by Andrew Davis Drooping Faded Brazen breeze Beating rays Arcing River cycles Sun drifting Dew’s caress Resting Peering Floating plains Gentle Trees Life Scarred Cycled Tossed This earth Wandering Untiring Covering Continues Splendid Disappearing

by Hannah Borrell Sun burns low— light spills across cracked orange soil. Soft paws move, toughened by the canvas and distance. Kookaburras tittle-tattle in the high limbs. A ripple stirs the still edge of the billabong. The wild gossips— never…

by Alex Robertson Gentle slopes in ferrous tints Grid-shaped streets inclined Broughton River close to Kaurna edges Clan found before & after lands cleared Needs for wheat and sheep Production for the region and beyond Blacksmithing business set up Fencing…