States of Poetry 2016

States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Potts Point' by Fiona Wright

Fiona Wright
04 May 2016

for Eileen

The light's older
in these sandstone suburbs,
jam-thick.

A clipped-haired man held a dog leash
saying one of us is single,
and even the leaves
had hunched their shoulders
in the gutters.

A waiter, golden-brown as a bread loaf,
squirted water at the pigeons
that sat cock-headed at the tables. My tart
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States of Poetry 2016 - New South Wales | 'Set Piece' by Fiona Wright

Fiona Wright
04 May 2016

Strange, that there are sequences
              we live as cinema, if I looked
over my shoulder
I might recognise the front wall
of my bedroom
               opened out towards the camera,

my furniture as hollow
as a stage p ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Distance' by Adrienne Eberhard

Adrienne Eberhard
10 February 2017

Distance

(after Jordie Albiston’s ‘Cartography’)

What is the space between this hut and that mountain
but impenetrable black, and frosty cold.
She is writing this at a table in the cabin,
spinning thoughts like threads, as if they can hold

her boys tighter, pull the mountain in, with their bold
tents blooming like flowe ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Flower' by Adrienne Eberhard

Adrienne Eberhard
14 February 2017

Flower

(Montignac)

 

She sees the flowers are red flags
like pennants hauled up, heralding danger,
hailing the world and its lovers
with admonitions:
watch out, watch out.

On long stalks they wobble
and wave, handkerchiefs flaring
long after the ship has left port,
their scarlet hue a constancy, ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Voyaging' by Adrienne Eberhard

Adrienne Eberhard
14 February 2017

Voyaging

 

I          Marie Antoinette, imprisoned in Paris in 1791,
           to Marie Louise (Louis) Girardin,
           departing from Brest on d’Entrecasteaux’s expedition

Your breasts, small ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Bill and Gwen' by Graeme Hetherington

Graeme Hetherington
14 February 2017

Bill And Gwen

In Swiftian mood, insisting that
The human race would never learn,
Was hopeless, doomed, Bill Harwood, pure
Logician and philosopher,
As well as spouse of poet Gwen,

Proposed a universal ban
On sex to end our sorry ways
And brought our threesome's talk on how
The world was going to a halt
Of the socially awkward kind.

... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Learning to Know One's Place' by Graeme Hetherington

Graeme Hetherington
15 February 2017

Learning To Know One's Place

(For Gwen Harwood And James McAuley)

 

'Hello Graeme, old love, it's Gwen,
I'm sitting on a cloud too fine
For jealousy to let you see.
But please believe your ears as I

Exhort you not to bow to age,
To keep tramping around in search
Of at least one poem that will be
As sure of fame as all mine are ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'For Bill Harwood' by Graeme Hetherington

Graeme Hetherington
15 February 2017

For Bill Harwood

 

A theorist of the purest kind,
Your lectures had no human warmth
And faded like a day-time moon.
The crueller said 'cloud-cuckoo land'

And loudly tapped their hollow heads.
Some thought you clinically disposed,
Contemptuous of eveything
Except the symbols on a page,

Myself included till you said
With gr ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Upper Heights and Lower Depths' by Graeme Hetherington

Graeme Hetherington
15 February 2017

Upper Heights And Lower Depths

 

What heights remain beyond our reach
When dog whistle and tuning fork,
Straining to listen though we may,

Sound notes pitched too high for our ear,
Deserting us yearning to rise,
Freed from the confines of our lives?

Nor can we hear how far below
The scales a crow's cawing might go,
Summoning t ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - TAS | 'Avila' by Graeme Hetherington

Graeme Hetherington
15 February 2017

Avila

 

(1)

 The badly wounded and the poor
Move round the city with the sun
And little else to keep them warm,

While time softens cathedral stone,
Plucks eagles bald and breaks the wings
Of St Teresa's doves in flight.

 

(2)

 A fine day shows up broken teeth,
Club feet, ten thumbs and squinti ... More

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