21 Nov

Waves of setting sunlight broke
across your mahogany shoulders
and tumbled on
down the creek
to rest with the bamboo gods
in their grove,
as golden as girls.

Myriad leaves caught the slight breeze,
soft as your breath,
soft as  your chestnut  hair.
The bamboo clicked and creaked
percussive accompaniment
to the finches’ song.
Your laughter echoed the joy of it.

in my mind
is the day you

Kookaburras called: finches fled.
The last waves broke
on the bamboo crown,
to wash the proud chests
on the high ghost-gum limb-bone.
One by one
kookaburras retired.
The day ended.

Beyond the end of days
laughter will echo in my being
when I warm it on the memory
of that day
made of you
for me.


Posted by on 21 November, 2010 in POEMS, workshops


4 responses to “Evensong

  1. Trudie Murrell

    21 November, 2010 at 7:48 am

    Love this one JDub. Love the title also – nice juxtaposition for me of UK and Australia and so completely caputures the hallowedness of that time of day for me. We have kookaburras at our house too. Thanks. T

  2. Trudie Murrell

    21 November, 2010 at 7:51 am

    Just re-read it. ‘golden as girls’ – magic. T

    • JohnW

      21 November, 2010 at 8:06 am

      thanks for the comments Trudie.
      I am afraid of the cliche implicit in ‘golden girls’.

      • Trudie Murrell

        21 November, 2010 at 10:05 pm

        No – didn’t even occur to me until you raised it and even then there’s no place for cliche in this poem JDub. It is serene, it is beautiful but it is not cliche. T


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