Shelter / Skelter
In singing weather
we knitted a chasm
branches for a church
– we its palatial children
He stood guard
with facial verve, uneven hair
I made a strident entrance
with blinks that sang
The hunch was stunning
as he stumbled / stammered
I hitched my skirt
heels sunk low
Out from under cover
we flayed lace seaweed
feet traced stone tributary’s flow
an imperfect arena for balancing
Clay underfoot
a ballerina slipped
corroded leaves danced
but his moss grip held fast
The wind carried our laughter
nudged us
cajoled us home
then, returning to calm
felt like grief
finishing the song too soon
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Scavenge / Salvage
- Scavenge
It always rains on inorganic collection day
rows of children watch from windows
waiting for the van loads
they are pure stealth
emerging from their shells
they extract copper wires from TVs
Each pearlescent enclave is now fronted
with weighty towers bowed
to the zen masters robed
on each doorstep they remove attachments
from vacuum cleaners
slowly, with careRosy cheeked women with strong arms
form a chorus line in doorways
staggering their movements
they twirl their broken mops
onto the lawn with a smile
cut grass gleaming2. SalvageThe same children (grown brash)
we donned balaclavas (mimicry is best)
watching for faces in windows to fade
we moved through ghosted suburbs
by torchlight we found charred books
a rusty spoon on a cushion of fleasAt first glint, fathers appear
but ours was not an image repeated
even the seagulls don’t want
the barely recognisable bomber jacket he found
squashed on the centre line
or the possum skin Disgusting!Our mother didn’t know about rivets
she preferred reflective surfaces
Little Shoal Bay / a trove of bottles
our tower is stained glass
the secret is almost out
here on the flotsam trailthe seagulls
and the hermit crabs, both content
Author Note: How Poet’s Write Poetry – Online MOOC
The first poem above was from the exercise on making lists of words that have a sonic association. I gave myself a constraint of using the words in my list in each line.
I recently had the opportunity to participate in a MOOC (massive, open, online course) through the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa. It was completely free and for 6 weeks, I was able to correspond with poets from around the world and listen to talks on prosody, meter, free verse and many topics that really gave me new tools for my writing practice. You can find their courses here. I recommend them to anyone wanting to expand their understanding of poetry or fiction.
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More about Anna Forsyth:
Anna is a freelance writer and editor, specialising in education. Originally from Auckland, she currently resides in Melbourne, where she graces the live music scene under the moniker Grace Pageant. She organises events, such as Girls on Key, a bi-monthly gig for women singer songwriters who play piano. She has one self-published collection of poetry, A Tender Moment Between Strangers, available through lulu.
As a way of digesting the world of creativity, Anna writes a regular blog at ageneralchaos.wordpress.com
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Thank you, Anna!
Tuesday Poem is a collective of poets who share poetry on a weekly basis across borders and time zones. At the TP hub this week you’ll find “Southbank” by Petra White, posted by TP editor this week, Jennifer Compton — also a poet, like Anna Forsyth, originally from NZ and now living in Melboune.
For more Tuesday Poems, go here.
Very cool, I particularly liked the first poem and the way it ends like being pushed home by the wind after scavenging on the beach… 🙂
What a fab pairing – I feel like there is this invisible dance going on and that everything is motion, everything is a treasure (remember feeling that way as a kid on inorganic day!). Just wonderful! Thanks for sharing, Michelle 🙂
Thanks for reading, AJ and Elizabeth — I agree!