Almost pastoral

Looking past the one long leg of tarmac spider, head in Sydney,
refusing to see her iPod plugged ears, hear tart mozzie hums,
or feel insinuating throb of pocket phone, nudging like a bull
against fabric seclusion, I spread blanket on bleached ground.
I closed eyes, and opened them, misting the scene in moisture.
I applied numbing cream to mounds of anted bites, reddening.
Wished away health filled salad, replaced carrot crunch with Corot,
cocky squawk with cagey flute. Then checking watch, I turned to go.

P.S. Cottier

A brand new poem as I enter a very busy week. Tomorrow night (Wednesday), at 7.30, I’m reading at Manning Clark House, 11 Tasmania Circle, Forrest, along with Charlotte Clutterbuck and Geoff Page. Do come along if you’re in Canberra. There’s an entry fee, which includes wine and snacks. It is $10, and $7 concession. Then there will be excellent books for sale, so don’t forget to buy one of them, if you are able.
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A podcast of three of my poems is now available at the Blemish Books site.
If you like what you hear, the book can be ordered from the very same site.

I have had a poem called ‘A question for Jane’ published at the Eureka Street blog: . The Jane in question had the surname of Austen, so have a look if you have time, and answer the question for yourself.

For other poems, please press this link. The Tuesday Poets are a group who are many and varied, and seemingly moulting:

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