God's little twinkler

Girl at window

—watery reliquary    —mass    —God's little
twinkler    —trembly bubble of life    —
raindrop clinging still to cold window glass
—empty sentence    —koan    —heavy
as nothing    —words flown the coop
—cicada prison fits precisely what is gone
—vellum lips    —slant    —virgin mouth
ajar    —sex the only lexicon    —open-
throated orchid knows no word for want
—bony finger    —point    —incunabula
of torment    —ding dong the witch    —
winter trees waving without a stitch on
—illuminated deity    —stunning    —
hosanna on heat    —heaven in a melt
—earth on its knees beneath serious sun
—impossible pigface    —numberless    —salt-
blown sandblasted miles    —an eyeful of
pink    —October rolls out its carpet of smiles
—incoming jet    —underbelly    —proud
pterodactyl flight    —day turns to night    —
pelican trades places split second with sun
—passionate climate    —flame    —
love burns out    —limbs turn to ash
—fire makes of life her own requiem
—spiralling wind    —clockwise    —mocking
what's solid    —blowing the beach away    —
millions of worlds whirling before your eyes
—unanswerable truth    —why    —when
is forever    —what is a death    —black
swan's questioning neck needs no reply

Jordie Albiston

Two of Melbounre-based Jordie Albiston’s eight poetry collections have been adapted for music theatre and have enjoyed seasons at the Sydney Opera House. Her awards include the 2010 NSW Premier's Prize. 

Girl at window image by Shutterstock.

Topic tags: Jordie Albiston, modern Australian poetry



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