Where granny got her stick


we exchange peanuts with strangers
choose a watch from the in-flight magazine
somewhere to aspire to
other than here

we block the coughs of bodies
bury our heads in a beverage cart
barely looking down

in so much perspective
removed from the wrap of place
we are giddy

we exercise our right
to walk about the cabin
choose from the menu
small measures of control
make us bigger than
the blue out the window



the shadow of a plane
over yellow-green
landscape woven rivers
different streaks, crops, billabongs
miles of belly-flop blue
the peter-out of cloud
smears of vessels
fishing boats long gone
in the drown



a ladder in constant climb
each step falling away to flatness
progress dissolving
they squeal as they unhinge


The mission kitchen

the donated knives
are not sharp enough to cut onion
or score a scone

all around me
the peel of blunt skinned
hard vegetable that no-one wants

knuckles gnarled with rust
discarded weapons

beneath the constant hack of
smokers' breath and gravel talk
a musical shaking out of pockets


No substitute

you asked granny where she got her stick
wanted one that didn't look old
or ugly

a wooden sturdy poker
it helped on the days when you couldn't feel the floor
but was no substitute for
a seat on the tram when you don't look
sick or expecting

you clutch to the rail
a numbness you can't explain



you contort
twitches at the side
weak at first you check
the register against the light
their eyes

looks more like a grimace when you
catch it in the window

you coerce it to the same side of the street
and swing on it
bags in your arms
to home 

Bronwyn Evans headshotBronwyn Evans is studying a Graduate Diploma of Creative Writing at the University of Melbourne. Her poetry has been published in Page Seventeen and the South Townsville micro poetry journal. She was awarded 'Best Environmental Poem' in the Elwood Poetry Prize 2012. She was a contributing editor of 28 People Write, a 2012 anthology of Australian writing by Bayside writers. 

Topic tags: new australian poems



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