Poem

'Swan' by Zoë Brigley Thompson

Zoë Brigley Thompson
24 November 2017

I see you then: long and veined with red like the closed
pod of an asphodel bud: if you opened now it would be
with the strangeness of a lily its scent edging between sweat,
and the musk that marks a te More

'Ithaca Road' by Philip Mead

Philip Mead
24 November 2017

You’ll be lost in the headlong city, turning your oar, older
Her house needs to stay open for another October ...

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'Imprints of Water' by Joan Fleming

Joan Fleming
26 October 2017

The blue painted wall and the blue painted pipe
with its throat jagged out
is the first thing I photograph ...

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'ghost flock' by Annamaria Weldon

Annamaria Weldon
25 October 2017

While women scanned the horizon, fishers
and hunters tended their nets, someone
etched the Lapwing crown-plumes in clay ...

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'Hypogeum of Hal Saflieni, Malta' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Annamaria Weldon
13 October 2017

I went where she reigned
far underground, deeper
than roots, in rooms hollowed
by hand and bone, where curved walls
contained my breath like lungs.

              Passageways opened onto chambers
              honeycombed in stone
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'ghost flock' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Annamaria Weldon
13 October 2017

While women scanned the horizon, fishers
and hunters tended their nets, someone
etched the Lapwing crown-plumes in clay.

Abandoning hunger and
its frozen ground, they soar
South with the Grigale wind

Middle Sea harbingers of the
Lampuki-fish moon, its halo
a herald of autumn rains.

Outlines, incisions quicken those
plo ... More

'in the National Museum of Maltese Archaeology' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Annamaria Weldon
13 October 2017

We met at the Neolithic display. I was staring
at the loom-weights, suspended in a glass case.
Handcarved stones, smaller than seashells

a tell-tale hole bored through their middle. That’s when
I noticed you, uncanny yet not out of place
holding a loom-weight. You seemed at home with fibre

your fingers felt its tensions, slack or taut,
sensitive to tex ... More

'stone mother tongue' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Annamaria Weldon
13 October 2017

Alabaster: such a beautiful word for silence.
Neolithic Venus, was translucence eloquent
enough when stone was our mother tongue?

Yellow-throated crocus were strewn
at your feet, they fed you honey
and broad beans. Worship swelled

your breasts and fertile belly, men lived
without weapons, women were weavers
and potters crowned in cowrie shells

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'goddess we trample' by Annamaria Weldon | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Annamaria Weldon
13 October 2017

Archipelago, sleeping goddess whose body
we trample as tourists take selfies, bored lovers
seek mystery, stray dogs piss on temple stones.

Inside the sanctuary walls, torba floors endure
their bone-white ground broken as the silence
now deities are curios, gift shop souvenirs.

Asphodel and Sea-squill bloom in the corners of ruins
strewn like footnotes to ... More

'&' by Chris Arnold | States of Poetry WA - Series Two

Chris Arnold
13 October 2017

you opt for form over colour
makeup smudged lenses
pale bare planes by the lakes;
a cygnet ellipsis in black
parenthetical necks;
white sky reflected in high water.

we sit where I have stayed
and watched an oak open and close –
green again – the bench
suspended on ampersands.

Chris Arnold

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