Poem: A Porch in Redcliffe

A Porch in Redcliffe by Wendy Beach c.2014

 

 

a ghost gum snaps – its branch falls,

departed, as he illuminates a crack pipe

made from a carefully broken porch light,

the smoulder fills the vacuous  hollow.

 

undulated leaves and strewn seed-pods

rustle beyond the tatty Jarrah decking,

itinerant, like shrill scented smoke,

while fledgling hands dangle limply.

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