‘The Forest’ and ‘Icy Fruit’ Published in ‘Our Home is Dirt by Sea’ Anthology

Anna was excited that her poems ‘The Forest’ and ‘Icy Fruit’ were selected by Di Bates for Our Home is Dirt by Sea (Walker Books), an anthology of poetry for children. Below are her poems.

The Forest

Silent as a mosquito whine just beyond hearing.

A lizard lies languid, tastes the air with its thick blue tongue.

A goanna runs up a gum tree, claws digging into bark.

 

A scrub turkey dashes across the path.

I sit on the timber seat halfway up the mountain,

careful of the red-back’s nest underneath.

 

Leaves dance with the first drops of rain. Birds call out.

A tree dribbles sap, sticky as honey. The downpour starts—

I am drenched in the forest’s earthy scent.

First published in Our Home is Dirt By Sea, Walker Books 2016

 

Icy Fruit, Published in Our Home is Dirt by Sea Anthology (Walker Books) 2016
Icy Fruit, Published in Our Home is Dirt by Sea Anthology (Walker Books) 2016

‘Word OCD’ Poem Published in Tincture Journal

My poem ‘Word OCD’ was selected for publication in Tincture Journal, Issue 13, Autumn 2016.

Word OCD

She collects words in snap-lock packets

so they won’t go stale. Each word

in its individual packet, each word

precious. She runs her fingers over the plastic

and stops; one of the snap-lock seals is half-open.

 

So she melts some butter in the pan, dips

the word in egg and fries it.

 

When the butter bubbles the edges crispy,

she turns it onto the plate. Divides the letters up.

‘Don’t play with your words,’ her mother says.

‘Eat it up, go on.’ So she spears a letter,

now yellow-grey with yolk and ink, onto her fork.

 

It hovers mid-air and she knows that if she takes

a bite, the letter ‘J’ will fishhook-stick in her throat.

Instead she wraps it all up, hides it

in the back of the freezer.

For later.

 

First published in Tincture Journal, Issue 13, Autumn 2016

Word OCD

‘Release’ Poem published in ‘One Page Brisbane’

My poem ‘Release’ was selected for publication in One Page Brisbane, Volume 2: Issue 1, Heat and Waves 2015.

 

Release

That afternoon in the Brisbane heat

she jumped fully clothed

from the timber bridge

straight into water —

 

Splashed in the current and let

the cool seep into her bones

drag her down briefly —

 

Let the water

release her from its muddy

lungs back into the land

of the living.

 

First published in One Page Brisbane, Volume 2: Issue 1, Heat and Waves, 2015

‘An Early Dinner’ Poem Published in ThunkBook One

Anna’s poem ‘An Early Dinner’ was selected for publication in ThunkBook One.

An Early Dinner

 

She sits on the rails

of the collapsing veranda

swinging her legs

in the balmy breeze.

 

The screen door flaps

scrub turkeys ferret.

The table is set with mis-

matching knives and forks.

 

Everyone is there

quirky as the cutlery and cups —

chipped and cracked, completely

nuts, but there.

 

First published in ThunkBook One, ‘An Early Dinner’, 2013

‘The Gravity of Bones’ Poem in Rabbit Journal

Anna’s poem ‘The Gravity of Bones’ was published in Rabbit Poetry Journal- a journal of non-fiction writing, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

The Gravity of Bones

 

The skin hung off her skeleton arm.

Her fingers curled into one another.

Slowly her arm rose as if to wave,

came to rest on her chest, beating

at the morphine patch.

 

First published in Rabbit Journal, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

‘Crunchy, No Bruises’ Poem in Rabbit Poetry Journal, 2013

Anna’s poem ‘Crunchy, No Bruises’ was published in Rabbit Poetry Journal- a journal of non-fiction writing, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013

Crunchy, No Bruises

 

When we visited next, he didn’t recognise me. He stared

right through me and out the other side. I wanted to pick

out his pupils, whisper my name and toss them back

into that blue grey sea. See a flash of recognition if only

for an instant.

 

He still had his eccentricities. We assured

him the apple was washed and the knife was clean. Cut

segments and ate a quarter each.

 

‘Crunchy, no bruises’ he said.

 

First published in Rabbit Journal, Gravity Issue 10, guest edited by Felicity Plunkett, 2013