Red Poppies
A summer kasen renga written by Andrew Burke, Jen Crawford, Louise Waller, Lawrence Upton, Kristin Hannaford, Jennifer Compton, Heather Matthew, Jill Jones and Anie Locke. From 24 November to 11 December, 2004.
red poppies
lean into steam
off the wet path
ab
in the fernery
fingers press sweating glass
jcr
fierce heat fades
evening twilight glows
a pink line
lw
a fly stumbles
at a water glob
lu
folding clothes
she drinks dark coffee
moon observes
kh
the grasses seeding
green fruit swells above
jco
midnight light
on watered garden
goat dung smells
hm
four pink peonies a gift
sheets need washing
jj
remembering
love - a red petal
her tattoo
al
forked over
the compost steams
ab
a worm
the uneaten meat
a grey hair
jcr
the peopled world spins
cars stall in traffic
lw
moon bright as frost
field of white goat skulls
intruder light
lu
postcards from annapurna
clouds of breath hover
kh
before dawn
we dread the heat
promised to us
jco
a darkening sky
rain splatters fresh hay
hm
green light
on the cherry blossom
a morning squabble
jj
a fat bud cracks open
rising rivers roar
al
‘present for you, Gran!’
red eucalypt from
council tree butchers
ab
colour wrinkles through clean wood
beneath the peeling bark
jcr
compose lists
to gather sparrows
seeds on lawn
lw
so much to organise
too much to say
lu
starfish legs
synchronised swimming
summer ladies' lunch
kh
salt water in the harbour
obeys the distant moon
jco
fishermen
stand off shore to sniff
wet weather
hm
the station wagon starts slowly
its old dry cough
jj
ancestral
tyres bald from travel
home, a bed
al
fluttering wings of
a blind white moth
ab
faint crescent
between the hospital
and heavy clouds
jcr
in Carlton leaves blow
a red and gold dawn
lw
hope? dust.
accumulating soil
green augmentation
lju
girl running fingers through hair
a tongue over teeth, lipstick
kh
shaking with fatigue
she searches for her glasses
she can't see them
jco
empties out her bag feeling
a fathomless sea rising
hm
a breeze spills
into the valley
jacaranda carpet
jj
equinoctial petals fall
onto the bloomin' pages
al
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