White noise fills my mind
Category: Poetry
Fairytale from the oven
Here the dieter lags behind,
crippled by fashion
Why have you come?
White noise fills my mind
and for long moments two
and two make
nothing.
After Class
On a river of carmine gliding North in calm serenity I metamorphose,
Salted Memory
I sit at the prow of Dads boat
Hiroshima
cumulous swells buildings fold and fall towers grown from mushroom clouds of hydrogen mythic cites fill the skies hover ethereal… Read more Hiroshima
Homesick
Does Australia do green? Real green. Not the desiccated grey of eucalypts, roots driving deep to suck the slightest droplet… Read more Homesick
Forsaken
The reek of rotting carcasses clots the air.
Addict
Hexagons cut from magazine paper and musty op-shop sun frocks
carried home like trophies. Washed and unmade, faded
fabrics like snatches of song, reminiscent of times long gone,
stimulate.
Penelope Walker - writer 