Poem Category: Australian

Sketched

before corruption

the fruit bowl’s apple.

Painter’s brush

creating the waterfall

without a sound.

Up the gull-stained cliffs

no one climbs

just the bright orange dawn.

We have the same thoughts

picking her passionfruit vine

… grandmother’s jam.

Midday heat

she brings us sliced iced mangoes

on a cold white plate.

Walk by the lake

a fish circles

within a stone’s throw.

School exams …

a bi-plane’s skywriting

out the window.

Grandmother’s eyes …

the months of her mantelpiece’s

un-wiped dust.