Miranda Lello

'Road trip' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

The world is breaking
driving through the falling dark somewhere bombs are falling
and I want to show you where I came from
point to the purple hills and the darkening trees
the night condensing on the fields
But you are sleeping, or pretending to

The world is breaking
I would like to say that once this
ringed in valley was all the world and cuppe ... More

'New Years Day by the river' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

I swim through obscure water to the far bank where
trees hunch searching reflections in muddy currents

I crawl beneath greening branches beside dark bracken
spiky cycads stare out at the people on the other side

They lie spread on sparsely grassed sand congregated
by this inland river beneath incongruous beach umbrellas

They stumble through shallows on ... More

'Kings among men' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.
Henry Hill, Goodfellas

I am in a Martin Scorsese film – except I’m not
In 1972 I was in a bar with my gangster friends
having my gangster laughs and we were
Kings among men – ‘You’re a funny guy!
I shouted we shouted guns sleeping restlessl ... More

'Fake Weather' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

(after William Shakespeare, Richard III Act 1, Scene 1)

this winter of our discontent
dead leaves scutter on roads
sad! no one is sadder than me

the sun reports winter as
summer – fake news!
winds carry chill of snow

I won some victories
made crowns of branches
bruised arms stripped bare

fool trees ask the sky for care
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'Epicurus's Morals' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

Adlubescence, n. Pleasure,
delight
           1.    April day in Canberra, fog in the morning
                  lifts, sunshine, moon
              &nb ... More

'A trip to the library' by Miranda Lello

Miranda Lello
31 May 2018

I set out one morning to return a book and five years later I have not returned; face
pressed into the dirty skin of the Earth. In the bushes I stare from scrubby branches skin
angry with red rashes trace paths travelled. I remember two of the things I left behind –
a copy of The Brothers Karamazov and a poem I wrote in Mexico. Tears catch in my eyes
at sunset ... More

About Miranda Lello

31 May 2018

Miranda LelloMiranda Lello is a Canberra poet and performer whose début poetry collection, A Song, The World To Come, was published in March 2017 by Recent Work Press. It took thirty-five years to write, and Miranda launche ... More