Poetry

You know those dreams you hold close that feel awkward to share? Well, mine is to land a poetry book deal. So I’m here, sharing my words, putting it out to the universe.

My poetry book’s (working) title is “Happy, Grief, and Gold Beneath”.  I want to carry the reader on tiny shimmering insects backs through the Australian bush where golds are stolen from cathedral walls and pages flip to the topsy-turvy world after my father’s death whilst treading lightly past the prettiness in-between.

My goal is to reach 500 poems.

I’m setting myself a challenge to share a poem weekly via my newsletter, so if you haven’t already, scroll down to the bottom to sign up and you’ll pick up a free art print, as a thank-you gift.

01/
in the depths of
the bush sings
winds which
carry tiny finches
through who in silence
dive and speak
the cities are burning
dry earth, red sun
and another bird
with frantic flight
trapped by it’s
own continuous sight.
02/
counting tiny blooms
on familiar paths
to unknown destinies
without doubt sung by the
north star unsure of herself
enclosed by chatters and chants
of starry eyes and whispers
engulfed in grief and stung
within a wreath woven
tight of mistletoe.
03/
fortunes wrapped on tiny paper
dishes and spoons elope to far away lands
A pierrot, pirouette’s off stage.
and a love that forever remains.
04/
longing for the physical space
written in the filled notebook lines and
emotional plateaus that suddenly fall away
to vast oceans depths and rise once again
to all the rich beauty untamed.
05/
where crickets jump to
unknown lands and the
tortoise cat arches her back
to lap at the water laying deep
in the well, eyes matched
to the patina shellac.