from the land
sing in dreams
~ Ellen van Neerven from ‘Gibam Garandalehn (Full Moon)’, Poetry In First Languages
Michelle Cahill is a Goan-Anglo-Indian poet and author who lives in Sydney. Her first collection of short stories Letter to Pessoa (Giramondo) won the NSW Premier’s Literary Award for New Writing. She received the Val Vallis Award, the KWS Hilary Mantel International Short Story Competition and has been shortlisted in several prizes including the ABR Elizabeth Jolley Prize, the Blake Poetry Prize and the Newcastle Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared in Meanjin, Southerly, The London Magazine, The Weekend Australian and The Kenyon Review.
Michelle was awarded the Red Room Poetry Fellowship in 2020.
By Jane GibianThe city is like an overcrowded brain
So we use autopilot in our electric car,
Then sit back to relax and dream.
Solar energy powers the city lights
Bravo Child & Years 3 & 4 Newtown Public School
By Bravo ChildWarn the people that they have to be rich.
Use organic petrol.
Romaine Moreton & Bourke St Public School
By Romaine MoretonWaves washing define our shores,
And those to come,
Elena Knox & Plunkett St Primary School
By Elena KnoxWhen I travel in a bubble
Over made-of-metal trees
I can hear amidst the babble
Lots of people saying "please"
Anna Kerdijk Nicholson & Glebe Public School
By Anna Kerdijk NicholsonThe hover-dog was chasing the hover-mailman who was
trying to give me a parcel - it flew into my hands.
It was a self-writing pencil and a computer game.
I said 'Mum, my automatic homework pencil's arrived!',
Gareth Sion Jenkins & St Mary’s Public School
By Gareth JenkinsGravity has diminished and we are hovering.
Tree-houses in the sky drink of firework-auroras,
needle-thin buildings arc over lakes and parks.
Friendship floats in bubbles amongst United Aliens,
Brook Emery & Yr 3 Crown St Public School
By Brook EmeryA river winds through Pitt Street Mall,
speckled fish swim eagerly to work, children leap,
pick marshmallows from the trees; everyone stops
to say hello; cars dance, bikes ring silent bells
Ed Wright & Ultimo Public School
By Ed WrightThe future is a flying box -
Where money's made of sand - and rocks -
Talking buildings and more trees
Will help the city's busy bees