Poems
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Gungurru - Silver Princess
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus caesia
A habit of weeping, now common
throughout the suburbs
loitering in groups of three, -
Sweedman’s Sprawling Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus Sweedmaniana
In every moment of human time
our skins open, porous to influence -
Old Grey Beard
By Daniel HansenSoft Grey Calm
Touches gently on the frequencies all around
Sorting through an assortment of vibrations apparent in the stars
Until it finds Love through the never ending shroud -
Jarrah (buying the block)
By Renee Pettitt-SchippEucalyptus marginata
I am a shooter, the seller says
and neither of us meet his eye
earth, shade of a wound, up high -
Exploration in mallee
By Luke Sweedman“A load on each spirit, a cloud o’er each soul
With eyes that could scan not, our destiny’s scroll”
~ Ernest Giles crossing the Great Victoria Desert
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Banksia
By Scott-Patrick MitchellI thought they were a bird. Or rather, birds. On a branch, flocking. Out on a limb, imagination sparking. The mind can transform, as can fire, with tongue, laughing. Like a tired owl, hiding its eyes, the banksia misplaces birdsong, not singing. But rather in bloom. A thousand individual flowers spiral upward as feather. Beneath all of this, banks… -
Macrocarpa
By Nandi ChinnaThe show takes place on the edge
of the car park. We sit in our cars,
engines cooling, as swirling red stamens
thrust off their woody caps. -
Koolark—Home
By Daniel HansenFrom the woodlands to the Sclerophyll,
Of the Eucalypt Forests I know,
Within the air I can certainly feel,
A benevolence which resembles that of Home. -
Marlee Pavillion
By Scott-Patrick MitchellCome, sit. Reflect. See yourself in this. You have travelled over 14,500 km's to reach this point. The world is not upside down. Nor is your life. It is just as it should be. Spinning: on axis; in love; out. You have travelled a lifetime to be here, in this place. How you have changed over 11,300 days. Yet still you hold on to that kernel of y… -
Fremantle Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus foecunda
Every now and then I go visiting
my guerrilla trees, -
In mind’s eye
By Luke SweedmanMallee in my mind’s eye is mostly a below ground affair
what we see above is only a part of the overall mystery
the multi stems above ground are part of the living heart
that sends a maze of roots below to unknown depths -
Mallee desert
By Luke SweedmanThe morning in the Great Sandy Desert
is an entirely new narrative of the senses
Thryptomene shrubs and mallee stands
a tonic, a memory, a gift that recompenses -
karri
By Scott-Patrick Mitchellkarris will always remind me of you
how we drove through a canyon
of ancient wood, marvelled at how
sky bowed in boughs, us driving -
Marri (Remembering Meelup Regional Park)
By Scott-Patrick MitchellThe forest breathes us in. We are chasing bush orchids. Kambarrang is singing. Through a macro lens, petals bend, fill the screen. Blue; beard; duck. Your grin dazzles, blonde hair curling around my heart. We laugh. The forest smiles with us. Donkey; elbow; leek. Beyond the breadth of this, ocean swims. Here is the place of the moon rising. The fo… -
Things are not as they appear, nor are they otherwise
By Nandi ChinnaMeelup Mallee
Progeny nursed in its lumpen fist,
a giant inhabits the limestone ridge.
Shy in its limey cave of soil, -
Sorrow and Beauty in Equal Measure
By Nandi ChinnaMottlecah - Eucalyptus macrocarpa
In 1842 a macrocarpa was grown from a seed at Kew Gardens
It flowered five years later in 1847.
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In Search of the Meelup Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaHeading south, windscreen wipers
frantic, breaking waves of runoff
beneath Mandjoogoordap Drive.
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Mallee love poem
By Luke SweedmanWe came to the mallee in spring
When dawn and dusk light shone
And the scent of the seasons
Blew warm in the soft spoken wind -
Anatomy of a Lignotuber
By Nandi ChinnaStacked on the back of a truck,
delivered to suburban houses,
a lignotuber may be known as carbon,
energy stored, until tossed into the fire,