only to find myself
back on time.
thistles are
a plant of plenty
where
dogs and walkers
wander, growing
peacefully in
gentle spring shine.
we are expecting
rain so we bring in
our washing.
thistles expect nothing.
someday
together we will
curl into earth
dry and aflame.
3 comments:
Hi Andrew, love Thistles, its spareness, it's form and the sombre ending - "dry and aflame"
Hi Andrew - Francesca here, Vic & Marj Bussey's daughter. Beautiful poem. Dad would love to get in touch - any way of contacting you?
Francesca! Great to hear from you. I can be contacted at burkeandre(at)gmail(dot)com I'd be very happy to hear from VicVic And excited to find yr thesis on the Net. I'd like to hear about yr life too - I have escaped academia at last and am now retired, living in the backblocks of NSW. Cheers!
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