don’t you stand so close to mekeep your distancehold your breathand do not sneeze told a man offin the supermarket‘stop fondling the onions’he looked bemused wipe everything over when you get it homerinse bananas cans of tunaremember: wash your hands seventeen cans of black beansninety-one rolls of toilet paperthree slabs of melbourne eleven bottles of … Continue reading this covid life
Poetry
7.31 from Flinders Street
air horn blasting as ribboned light streaks intodark suburban nightrhythmic click-clacksomnolent rockingnodding headsdrop into uneasy dozereader musing book abandonedunseeing eyes reflecting windows' life blaring ringtonequickly answeredtrain's near Coburg be there very soonspeed decreasingslowly slidingtoward the platform'sblazing lightsingle cyclistbike beside himoutstretched handreaching for the doortravellers jostlingonto the platformcrunching footfallsfade into the night _____________________________________________Image by Bianca Mentil … Continue reading 7.31 from Flinders Street
When This Eclipse is Done
I know this pain, this anguished lonely night. My life was so before you gave your heart To me and God did bind us man and wife. Two souls now one, no man can drive apart. Your Love’s alchemy has so altered me, My ice bound heart thawed by your loving glance, That every breath … Continue reading When This Eclipse is Done
late autumn
life-drained leaves carpet damp earth branches stark against slate sky chill wind scythes through wilted grass curlew cry rends the silence lamenting the sun's retreat _____________________________________________ Image courtesy of Pixabay Text ©Catherine Meyrick. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts … Continue reading late autumn
Cubism
mother daughter grandchild sister neighbour aunt wife and friend sempstress tutor cleaner gardener storyteller cook protector guide do this come here do that don't go quickly please hold me tight life sliced diced cut and cubed minutes march in hours days weeks months year by year life's facets cubes blocks and polygons in … Continue reading Cubism
morning swimmer
shimmering bubbles spirals of withheld breath curving fingers slide through silken water flickering feet the flash of mermaid’s tail dreaming swimmer gliding sleek and weightless as below the surface muted time slows and early light refracts in dancing waves _________________________________________________ Image courtesy of Pixabay Text ©Catherine Meyrick. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without … Continue reading morning swimmer
A job for life
Re-posting one of my early poems as I am still struggling with final edits and formatting of my novel. 'A job for life' was intended as a performance piece but is possibly a bit too long. It was fun to write and, hopefully, still fun to read. You can read it here.
the coven
I have been blogging for nearly two years now, twice a week over the last twelve months. Although I thoroughly enjoy it, I doubt that I will be able to manage to be so productive over the next couple of months as I will be busy making final edits and formatting my novel Forsaking All … Continue reading the coven
Early Morning at Coburg Lake
Still, icy air. Grey clouds, brushed pink. Soft footfalls on gravel path. Silence swallowing magpie carols. Wagtail scratching in damp earth beneath the dew-washed canna. Duck, swamphen, lapwing pecking in the grass, backs to the polished surface of the lake. Stillness cracks with the chattering flight of lorikeets, the ragged breath of the early runner … Continue reading Early Morning at Coburg Lake
Echoes
A pool of shadow by the door, a soundly sleeping cat. The creak of floorboards in the hall, an eager running child. The smell of sun on new mown grass, a careless summer day. A breath of air upon the cheek, a gentle parting kiss. A memory stirs in mundane life, an echo from the … Continue reading Echoes
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