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Nunc dimittis



Selected poems





the brush of wet grass

under faint stars



one golden eye

on a pink petal




the crescendo and diminuendo

of cars on a freeway



two ravens —

discussing kindness



spilt stories shared —

a hashtag



one black feather in the corvid's beak



shadow of a pen —

these words in ink



how can I hear you above the ringing in my ears?



Nunc dimittis

Cast the wonder of who we are —

an old man, a child, their story —

as if held over a font. The aged words

pour like fortune over the child's head


precipitating ends. A choir sings

and southern crux moves across a sky

above suburban light displays

and lorikeets that thrive in yards.


A long year of doing, and time for

blessing now. Nights sift

the wind like brushes on scraggy

callistemon. The camellia's gloss


cups and bleaches light. The woman

hears of sorrow for the child. Earth

is not at peace. Each angel recollects —

solemn with pathos for the whole.



The interval

for Judith Rodriguez


offers an impressionist tableau

of whites and greys, pale


peach, florid but muted

reds, light reflected

from glassware, the orange


ochres of upholstery blended

into privilege (a little shabby —

dress is not utmost) of an ear


shared across a variousness

of skill and education (an aging

Jesuit is introducing his niece


to the former politician ex-

quiz whiz and his companion,

a writer of grief wanders by


with her actor daughter). Tending

the soul excludes without

intention, without law. (No ticket's


fine print says all cannot

share this joy.) The signal

sounds again. I drain


the pinot grigio from the glass,

return it to the bar, go in

to hear the second half.



Anne ElveyAnne Elvey's recent poetry publications include Kin and This Flesh That You Know and White on White. Anne is managing editor of Plumwood Mountain and chief editor with Melbourne Poets Union.

Topic tags: Anne Elvey, poetry



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Your words touched and soothed my heart today. Great Thanks!

Michael Furtado | 02 November 2018  

That is lovely to hear, Michael.

Anne | 05 November 2018  

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