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Poems

Red maya birds that are not
maya birds, but sparrows and munias.
Words for the kind of rain that will leave us
without power for days, then the kind that sprinkles on

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After I cut your hair, running
the clippers back and forth
until the tiles are littered with tufts
like grey lint swept from the drum

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for Yumna Kassab

As the bridge appears the train changes its music
Hollow and open like a drum
Every sentence curves to amplify itself the way blue
                springs over and we say ‘sky’

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Where the plantations begin
The scent of the earth, the true-born.
A foot on the earth, your earth.
An electrified fence to keep the cows from straying.

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A motorboat’s propellor chops like a machete across the tide
sending a swift, breaking wave to the shore. I walk slowly
over rocks that are scored, overhung by a low, acned cliff.
In one of the rockpools an octopus stretches away

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What lasts as well as this illustration of the ark
kept over since childhood? The closed cabin,

that dark indoors, huge and somehow private,
like all homes of love. The shake of the storm

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To land within a corona of jonquil, portal
to retrospect, with the immanence of insect. A thorax

hottens, sensational, in its own yellow canopy.
Being, flown via surprise winter (at rest, in instinct)

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Read the five shortlisted poems for ABR’s 2025 Peter Porter Poetry Prize.

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The first morning on waking
I thought it was fog, or mist, I thought it had rained,
but the ground was dry. 

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