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Common or Garden Poets – Post #1 – Kit Kelen inviting Jean Kent

secret no one can keep

 

for Jean Kent

 

 

and now everyone knows

 

it’s the longer light

the mud to life

(a theory once)

 

how dare

and flirt

 

first thing from the veranda

an orchestra tuning

instruments of bright

 

nor anything regular intended

feathers carry word (which isn’t)

 

insects cone up, gyre like motes

 

can’t help the odd paint splash now

flowers all put on a show

 

a riddle in the turning

how we could come to here

 

woody thickets of delve

where nectar

 

parrots in mandarin

brazen sneak

 

glimpse them wing it too

a rite?

 

commence thirst

 

near the zenith

throw cloud by shade

we seek 

and shield the eyes from glare

 

later in the day

burn off last winter piles

 

a season as ever

never before!

 

limber and spit

get your hands on it

 

try a little nakedness now

dance breeze

 

dusk dew welcome

 

it is a week premature perhaps

sprightly and soon sprawl

 

the secret is out

now it’s Spring!


kk

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Common or Garden Poets



An Introduction to 

Common or Garden Poets


Common or Garden Poets is an open-ended and ongoing Flying Islands Poetry Community initiative. It’s a conversation in poetry, of any kind; poetry, in some way, concerning the garden.

It’s a very simple project. Here’s how it works.

We come into this garden of letters one at a time. That means one poet invites a next by way of dedicated words. I’ll invite Jean Kent, to kick things off, in a post to follow this one.

Once you have been invited to join the common or garden poets you may contribute as often or as rarely as you like. The important thing is to pass the invitation on to one more poet so that the garden grows with new voices.

We’ll post these draft poems here on the THESE FLYING ISLANDS blog and also on fb, and possibly elsewhere. There’s no telling how this garden may grow.  

 

kk



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Oh Terrific

So now they tell me business is business, sometimes up sometimes down that’s the breaks, it’s just how it crumbles so many sayings, turnoff tropes to suppress the outrage to discount further cheap antics, the raw peeling of layer under layer of ripoff, of ruin: “Not to worry she’s dancing in heaven” we look down at this morning’s leftovers while upstairs, hammers clunk clumsily on a project going 7 years, maybe 9. Now they tell me.

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FIVE FLYING ISLANDERS SHORTLISTED FOR THIS YEAR’S NEWCASTLE POETRY PRIZE!

 

2021 Newcastle Poetry Prize

$25,000 Prize Pool

and the opportunity to be published in the 2021 anthology

Here is the list of poets (in alpha order) to be published in the 2021 anthology.

Prizes will be announced in October. 

Claire

Albrecht

I have become psychologically linked to a humpback whale

 

NSW

Natalia Figueroa

Barrosa

Roadtrip

 

NSW

Lachlan

Brown

Any Saturday, 2021: Running Westward

 

NSW

Gayelene

Carbis

After ‘Still Life with Babette’s Jug #2’

 

VIC

Eileen

Chong

Poem for My Ancestors

 

NSW

Amy

Crutchfield

Yew

 

VIC

Josie/Jocelyn

Deane

Haruspex

 

VIC

Shastra

Deo

SORRY

 

QLD

SJ

Finn

Nefertiti’s Missing Left Eye

 

VIC

Jane

Frank

The Saddest Things Are The Most Beautiful

 

QLD

Marcelle

Freiman

The Dam

 

NSW

Dan

Hogan

Unbelievable Meme Afterlife

 

NSW

Gregory

Horne

Predictions

 

NSW

Duncan

Hose

The Search For The Darling Pea

 

TAS

Christopher (Kit)

Kelen

Ataraxia

 

NSW

John

Kinsella

A Testament To The Problem Of Being ‘Fascinated’ (By ‘Things’) At A Time Of ‘Cuts’

 

WA

Lesley

Lebkowicz

Czernowicz: The Poets

 

ACT

David

Lumsden

Dropping In

 

VIC

Greg

McLaren

Autumn Medications

 

NSW

Rachael

Mead

It Takes a Mountain to Raise a Cheese

 

SA

Audrey

Molloy

The Earwig

 

NSW

Gemma

Parker

The Drunk Lady On The Bus Has Just Fallen On Her Face

 

SA

Trisha

Pender

Iphigenia In Triptych

 

NSW

Nicole

Sellers

Fox Wake

 

NSW

Jane

Skelton

the lake inside

 

NSW

Kevin

Smith

Form Guide To The South Western Slopes Of The Great Divide

 

QLD

Beth

Spencer

Such Is Life In A Small Town

 

NSW

Connor

Weightman

Perpetual Cataclysm Machine

 

Vic

Caroline

Williamson

January

 

VIC

Grace

Yee

Alluvial Mining

 

VIC

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Alloy, Usually Hardened response to “How Would You Like…”)

Alloy, Usually Hardened

(response to “How Would You Like…”)

This is what you call joy

created through an amalgam

of death and rhythm

an admixture of metals

in a city nothing more

than concrete and dreams

built from frozen seconds.

Kodak Instamatic, a birthday gift

which only captured black and white.

I could tell from your face

radiant 

in a way I would not see again

even on the third, fourth, fifth marriage

your finger heavy with the weight of 

so many rings

that I was dancing

twirling like a clumsy ballerina

just outside the boundary of the frame. 

I’m still dancing

no more graceful than I was then

caught in the suede fringe of your 

famous jacket.

Just behind you, behind him

is a couple kissing

against a winter tree

no leaves, just a ghost of a tree

a ghost of love.

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Lockdown blog

 

Stuck in Sydney in the family home, I’ve begun a daily blog inspired by my daily walks through the nearby Dame Eadith Walker Estate.  Here’s a sample.

Preface

The Natural History and Antiquities of Selborne by Gilbert White (1720-1793) has provided both an inspiration and a template for this lockdown blog.  The following has been lifted directly from this text:

The author of the following letters takes the liberty, with all proper deference, of laying before the public his idea of parochial history, which, he thinks, ought to consist of natural productions and occurrences as well as antiquities.  He is also of the opinion that if stationary men and women would pay some attention to the districts in which they reside, and would publish their thoughts respecting the objects around them, from such materials might be drawn the most complete county-histories.

 

Day I – Saturday the 24th of July, 2021 AD

Dear Sir

The Dame Eadith Walker Estate is within half a mile of my current accommodation. Lockdown has provided myself with the opportunity to walk the grounds of this fine estate on a daily basis. In the following days I will provide you with a description of my observations on a daily basis.

Today, a stiff breeze from the north-west at around 20mph (ref. BOM) has discouraged most birds from feeding in the open grass field on the north side.  They have mostly retreated to the trees or to the southern fields on the lee side.  Welcome swallows (more details to follow) and magpies are the most obvious.

Yours etc.

Sunday the 25th of July 2021 AD

Dear Sir,

The Dame Eadith Walker Estate, also known as Yaralla Estate, and now home to the Dame Eadith Walker Hospital, lies in the suburb of Concord West, in the city of Canada Bay, formerly the municipality of Concord, in the Parish of Concord, in the County of Cumberland, in the state electorate of Drummoyne, in the federal division of Reid, formerly the division of Lowe, located on a promontory on the Parramatta River between Majors Bay to the east and Yaralla Bay to the west, approximately half-way between the centres of the cities of Sydney and of Parramatta, in latitude 33.847 south and 151.087 east.

The Estate is bordered on it’s west side by Nullawarra Avenue. The avenue is lined with what I think are maple trees.  At this time of year, they are totally bereft of leaves, but the branches are still holding a fair number of seed pods.  There are hundreds of these pods on the ground under each of these trees.  The pods are hard, sharp, dry and brown.  They are a serious trip hazard and must be responsible for many sprained ankles. They’re aesthetically unpleasant and do not look appetising at all. However I’ve witnessed rainbow lorikeets tucking into them. They must have been hungry.

Yours etc.

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