Sun Hat: a Stretch Haiku.
On dozy afternoons
the mothering tree naps under
its leafy sun hat
Sun Hat: a Stretch Haiku.
On dozy afternoons
the mothering tree naps under
its leafy sun hat
I’m glad these weren’t around when I was a kid else I’d be
even more wooden than I am now
Did you know crows were not always black?
In the beginning when the world was soft they were white.
How they became black is one of the aboriginal creation stories in this delightful graphic novel put out by the Juluwarlu Group.
Other stand-out stories are ‘The Stoneman’ and ‘Pelican and Quail’.
There;s a glossary at the back for aboriginal terms which have a poetry of their own.
The writing too is limpid and poetic, and the illustrations by Alex Manlewicz are vibrant and evocative.
I’m no expert but I suggest this is equally a book for older children as well as adults.
The leopard is on
the bench top. Ready to be
unzipped & eaten
Nice Shoes.
Nice shoes, she says. Good choice.
I’m not silly. I know what she’s doing.
She’s not praising their style, how eco-chic they are.
She’s praising their comfort, their roominess. Their frivolity
for fondling feet.
Good shoes, she says as though she is saying, good dog.
Well, they are Hush Puppies.
Philippa is a podiatrist and she’s about to trim my toe nails.
The Lost Blueberry.
I dropped a blueberry
on the floor.
It bounced on the carpet.
Now I can’t see it
anymore.
Can you ?
The bee with the black armbands
has it in for me
he is mourning his mate from the other day
who I sent into eternity
*pic courtesy of pinterest
The sun is sleeping in
snuggled beneath its dark
doona of clouds
The Loneliest Haiku.
Mum on Nursing Homes:
Nothing to do all day — and
all day to do it in
: pic courtesy of Pinterest
I don’t see the Virgin Mary
nor the face of Jesus
in my bowl of cereal
but I see something else
almost as alluring.
Do you see what I see ?