C & K

School Kids

The splendour of a sunrise
as Summer turns to Autumn.

We look to the quiet hills
and breathe in the morning air.

In our hearts, the rain falls low,
grieving for the unknown kids.

Their imagined grey faces,
shells of so many futures.

a distant glowing
an enchanted house nestled
within the old trees
a breeze moves the Tanzaku
Fireflies light the Furin way

The absence of leaves
the quiet city streets of
Nature’s dark absence

The moon finds a space
He walks by rows of closed shops
of midnight Melbourne

A plain tree lingers
passion fleeting on King Street
He feels emptiness

The flower cutting day
Living blooms are separated from life
Dying for the lovers

No flowers from my love
Your love leaves the flowers to live on their stems
Living love everyday

Within the dimly lit summer lounge room
I catch a glimpse of a frazzled hot witch

She has the look of unspoken potions
a level wild stare from the heathen glass

Fed up with the toxic washing machine
ready to cast a spell with the kettle

Recovering from a hellish hot flush
friends for a little while with the steel fridge

Touching the wispy fluff muff on her head
sad tones take her heart to the coffee cup

A gratitude vibe from the dirt within
no need to turn the sour bitches into toads

a playful shadow
intertwining and chasing
glimpsing a tail

this endless summer
Aloe Vera soothes the skin
The kettle screams, ” Tea! “
rolling on and off the lounge
napping while watching Netflix

leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing

alive, yet erased
cloth denies identity
no voices allowed

an education
imagination and dreams
the Taliban takes

when nothing remains
strong women stand tall with a
quiver and arrows

a forgotten death
for the tyranny of this
land must be undone

the wane of the moon
My past and the present go
a new beginning