This first one is about a small park in Kelvin Grove, Brisbane.
Old McCaskie’s Terzanelle
March, 2007
Old McCaskie laid there mute between the noise
A clamoring construction site on one side
On the other, decibels of traffic and its voice.
Silently and still in his everlasting pride
A patch of green between the modern scene
A clamoring construction site on one side.
Over him both clear sky and trees lean
Not far away, spread out, he had his kin
Patches of green between the modern scene.
Playful youth, running and skipping on his skin
Not alone to survive the modern age
Not far away, spread out, he had his kin.
Mended and mowed each calendar page
He and his kin present their healing craft
Not alone to survive the modern age.
Between the concrete collections, a bearing raft
Old McCaskie laid there mute between the noise
He and his kin present their healing craft
By their side, decibels of traffic and its voice.
And here's one a bit more fitting the nice weather coming from Iceland this last week.
BIG BANG
March, 2010
How fiercely we kissed
As the comets came crashing
Smashing the earth to form
Your hips moved in circles
Down in the ninth
Where Virgil left us
We were messing around as
Sodoma and Gomorra burned
By the wrath of Him above
Between the raging masses
Of Cesar and Pompeii
We flirted and arrows flew
Our image turned ash
As we made rough love
Those years ago in ‘45
I handed you our child
As I plunged down through dust
The 11th of September.
You kissed me goodbye
As the eruption began
That early June in 2012
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