Tasmania was mine, mmm, I loved it. The many colours, many landscapes, the movement of the seasons. The deep blue mountains, the bright meandering streams. Silver and golden streams, water and sunlight. Sunlight streaming on my wide back lawn, which spread like a meadow. Shimmering grass and shimmering sky. Fresh springtime mornings, their frosts diminishing, becoming dew. Summer full of bees, their peaceful hum. Me on my own, mooning through summer days, meandering round my meadow, humming too.
Published in Secret Leopard. Paris, Alyscamps Press, 2005. (See sidebar.)
(A friend asked if she could read some of my prose poems online. So I thought I'd better post some. See also next post.)
And linking — just a little late! — to Poets United's Mothers' Day 2013 edition of Poets Pantry